Tuesday, September 2, 2014

befriendment:

boys= nasty and dress bad

me= somehow still likes boys and is disappointed in myself and thinks i should do better

sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

(Source: lovefamepleasure)

Friday, August 15, 2014
sometimesagreatnotion:

brightwalldarkroom:

"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."
—
(illustration by Brianna Ashby)

Brianna sent this over to me this morning, and it’s perfect. Like most of us, she needed to do something with her grief about Robin’s passing, to make something to help capture all the various emotions we’ve all been feeling since Monday. It’s been a tough week for a lot of people. Things like this help. 

sometimesagreatnotion:

brightwalldarkroom:

"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."

(illustration by Brianna Ashby)

Brianna sent this over to me this morning, and it’s perfect. Like most of us, she needed to do something with her grief about Robin’s passing, to make something to help capture all the various emotions we’ve all been feeling since Monday. It’s been a tough week for a lot of people. Things like this help. 

Monday, August 11, 2014
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
3AM: the time to miss people who don’t miss you. Ten Word Story #11 - Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)
Sunday, August 3, 2014

Anonymous said: thoughts on boys?

vajoochie:

disgusting but irresistible

Saturday, August 2, 2014
jourdepluie91:

I wanna be sedated
Packages by Ben Frost

jourdepluie91:

I wanna be sedated

Packages by Ben Frost

(Source: spikejonzze)

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

chasing my dog aggressively round the table until i finally catch him and tell him i love him and rub his belly

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

petalpunx:

stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love.

Monday, July 21, 2014
sneakymonster:

you are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen.

sneakymonster:

you are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen.

(Source: looo-ch)

Saturday, July 19, 2014
threelisabeth:

this is so scary and taylor swift is so brave and powerful

threelisabeth:

this is so scary and taylor swift is so brave and powerful

(Source: tswiftdaily)

Friday, July 11, 2014
8. When you grow up without father a heavy myth engulfs you. There is this gross familiar idea of daddy issues, which is a wariness of your needs. The fear that they are bigger than those of others. Can any man love you enough? Will he be crushed by what you lack? You yourself are constantly checking to see if the hurt is showing. Jutting out like a broken hip bone, revealing itself embarrassingly like spinach between your teeth. You worry that your dadlessness will be used to pinpoint all your sadness. excerpt but go read the whole thing - Sara Bivigou is new & noteworthy at This Recording (via coffeeslut)
Saturday, July 5, 2014
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

F. Scott Fitzgerald.

It only gets dark for a few hours at night during summer in Aberdeen and it is the most depressing thing ever.

Friday, July 4, 2014
He reminded me of one great thing, though, which is that when he begins tracing and tickling your bare back absent-mindedly one night, you lying on your stomach next to him, and you mutter that you love when he does that, the only correct response for any human, ever, is to murmur “Oh yeah?” and then continue doing it for endless minutes. He didn’t have to, but he did, because that is what you do when someone reveals their favorite simple thing. You do it. It costs you nothing. HEY, STOP IT: I Am My Own Ingrid Michaelson Song  (via onemoresalutetovanity)

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