it just does this >.<
“Why are all the gods such vicious cunts? Where is the god of tits and wine?”
(Source: an-erotic-gentleman)
life after midnight: It’s Friday night and I haven’t washed my hair in two weeks and I’m...
It’s Friday night and I haven’t washed my hair in two weeks and I’m crying and eating a block of cooking chocolate in bed. I don’t know whether it would have been worse to go to whatever pretentious party my friends went to and pretend that all my social interactions aren’t forced and fake and…
(Source: unspokenmackenziie)
“You started out
as a curious traveler inside the
turbulent blood-source
of my body.
You inhabited the first vein.
You moved on to the main
heart artery.
Then you became
my very own
blood.”
— Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.”
— Richard Siken, Black Telephone (via sleepless-beauty)
(Source: zacharz)
(Source: dooming)
(Source: t3pid)
