i like girls who look like they kill people for a living
if britney spears toxic didn’t affect your life in some way i don’t want to know you
This is the correct way to see Wild Animals. Let them be free.
Aphrodite lady, seashell bikini, garden pussy, venus!
What’s terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don’t need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you’re capable of better.
Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook (via stuff—n—things)
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain (via stuff—n—things)
I hate listening to grown women vent.
Suck it up and shut the fuck up
Human Feelings as Drugs
It would be really cool to have a movie about this in a world where the government distributes these to people, and at first glance everything is fine, people with depression and antisocial disorder are being instantly treated and that’s great. But then you realize that there are groups of people abusing these drugs underground, like there will be people on happy all the time, people that use hope to delude themselves, or people that drug other people with love, and that true human emotions have been nearly wiped out. Then at the end it’s discovered that the government is using these drugs to control society and manipulate people into becoming soldiers by taking away their empathy and filling them up with trust for the government. So it ends in an uprising led by a resistance group who lead the people to realize that their humanity has been stripped and doesn’t come in a bottle.
Sometimes Tumblr comes up with better movie/book/show premises than the ones being dished out.
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
Augusten Burroughs (via perfect)
Here is what I know:
You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other.
Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends
and it made me very shy.
Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying.
I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose
but I keep my mouth to myself.
Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into.
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months.
I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart
(I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together)
It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you.
I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye.
You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.
Clementine von Radics (via komakino)
Accept what is, let go of what was, have faith in what will be.
This is something I can not overcome.
I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter, and too hot for you.