You will not accept me. You will not deny me.
Nearly a year and an entire family later, you still think we’re playing a game. If you would look up from your side of the table, you’d see that I’ve already thrown down my cards and left the room. You’re performing for an empty auditorium, and when you don’t hear the applause, you’ll think I’ve been stunned into silence. But I am not there. Anywhere you...
QUIT GROWING, BOOBS!!!
You are making all of my bras sad. :’(
On Sunday, I saw my little sister fall from the top of a ladder. She walked away with nothing more than a scrape and a bruise, but in those moments before she hit the ground, it felt to me like the entire world was falling. This must be a bit what it’s like to be a mother. To be helpless when there are bad things happening, to have to watch them happen. How can anyone be ready for that kind...
sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.– Hunter S. Thompson (via hoanbee)
I thought of lovely ways to describe you last night. Sleep got in the way, and I can’t remember a single word. But still, you are lovely.
What Isn't Hipster?
kevinnuut: The other day I heard someone say that cats are hipster. I’m pretty sure, by this time, cats have earned enough street credentials to transcend any such nomenclature. If anything, hipsters are cats.
campfiires: A secret I keep Your blue eyes still make me weak I lie about you.
People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with...– Neil Gaiman (via suzywire)
dondante: Elliott Smith - Alameda nobody broke...
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there...– Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy (via thechocolatebrigade)
That’s the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than...– Chuck Palahniuk (via jacvanek)
I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air,...– Anne Sexton, in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass (November 28, 1958)
Katie West: The Well by Pablo Neruda →
therealkatiewest: At times you sink, you fall into your hole of silence, into your abyss of proud anger, and you can scarcely return, still bearing remnants of what you found in the depths of your existence. My love, what do you find in your closed well? Seaweed, swamps, rocks? What do you see…
Pluck all your silly strings & bend all your notes for me– Jeff Magnum (via jennifrey)
How we need that security! How we need another soul to cling to, another body to...– Sylvia Plath (via chrisloveskaitlyn)