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Ali ◊ 20 ◊ BC
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
beat me up. let concrete scrape across my skin
so blood rises out of my pores
& looks like the freckles I have in the summer.
you can be the scab on my heart & when it beats
I’ll feel a sting and know it’s true
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦


I complain a lot / Lonely & Lovely.
tell me why you follow me on anon

(Source: 1985panties, via yestonutella-notoafella)

arcaninetails:

breakfast for dinner is fun when you’re a kid but when you’re an adult it’s just like “yo i ate lunch at 5 PM today and linear time is functionally meaningless”

(via queerfatale)

All of the jobs you used to have as a writer that you didn’t want but had anyway—something to put bread and beer on the table while you were writing your book—even those jobs are drying up.
by
The Rumpus Interview With Richard Russo. (via therumpus)

(via paper-trees)

I did a “which broad city character are you.” And got lincoln lmao

2393 / autosafari:

Cécile B. Evans

i’m sad so i’m thinking abt blowing my whole paycheck on friday on a designer purse

act like you trust people,  but dont

8402 /
I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
by Blythe Baird, Theories about the Universe (via
paveo)

(Source: blythebrooklyn, via starmaps)

fohk:

I smile, and I smile, and I smile”

Melancholia (2011)
Lars von Trier

(via xijo)

5017 / rollership:

Vincente Grondona

Its so hard to stay happy

idk its home stuff too i guess, i can only handle so much before i get a lil bit down. i’m just reflecting and stuff trying to process n chill

idk being a mature adult feels like shit tho tbh

maybe i’m not doing it right, b/c i dont feel well within my own heart like i hurt my own feelings. like i feel worse.