Respite

Call me T | 28| Xicana| Politics, Literature & Sociology| TX 💗💜💙

[thoughtkick]

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

[souvlakispac3station]

(nella mia testa ha un senso giuro)

[butherlipsarenotmoving]

Look out, lovers

[orpheuslament]

spiritually we are all sharing a cigarette by an open kitchen window

[assiraphales]

american psycho is a comedy. if u watch a man in a clear raincoat start discourse about hewey lewis and the news while it blasts in the background, do a little jig, and then kill jared leto and not think it’s even remotely funny…… that is a YOU problem

[godsopenwound]

— Traci Brimhall, “Crime and Punishment” from Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod

[sableleatherywingsopeninthe711]

there is literally so much drama happening inside of a lava lamp

[meowthefluffy]

Yeah I’ll reblog that

[sableleatherywingsopeninthe711]

as if you had a choice

[ifeelalot]

[galindaelphaba]

FINAL GIRLS + ICONIC LINES

[amessofwild-flowers]

When i look deeply enough into the shallow pools of your eyes, I’m thrown instantly years back, to sitting together in my tiny scion, outside of that cafe, Green something? That one across from that park in Philly. It was the last morning of that first meeting and we were a wreck. I sat in the drivers seat and looked into your weepy eyes, pale blue-green like a grecian wading pool, and i think i wanted to leave you. Ive never been 100% about you, sometimes i think i push forward because of guilt about this; how can I leave you after having lead you on for so long?

Most of the time i think we shouldve ended, as i intended, before we began. I shouldve allowed the flortation and blocked you like i had with so many others, but you were harmless, or so I wanted to believe. Why spoil the fun?

And you wormed your way in, burrowed beneath my skin like a tick, and i havent been rid of you since, though god knows i wish i had.

[juneacademia]

I feel too much.

My heart is always brimming just like my eyes and I ache. I ache to be adored and admired and loved deeply. Because god knows I love too deeply. How do you exist when you’re always just a stepping stone for others on their path to their great love? When will I be the destination? When will someone yearn for me? I am never even a memory in someone’s mind. I’m some pale ghost that haunts my own bedroom, still loving all those that I’ve ever loved, and yet I am so loveless myself.

[theperfectkiss]

[blonded666-blog]

oh baby baby - alex g

[amessofwild-flowers]

Someday last week i was in a drive thru about to get whT i could reasonably expect to be a fan-fucking-tastic burger,

And the white stucco veneer and coca cola red trim of the building looked perfect and the place was milling with folk even at 12am and i was so fucking greatful to be getting such amazing food after a long fucking day and even just grateful to have the option to do so that i said aloud

“This is the best fucking night of my life”

Something ive never said before, i dont think and certainly never earnestly but i meant it.

The other night i was listening to music in my headphones, i had just laid down after hours of activity and my body began to seep into the bed, all of the nerves in the balls of my feet tingled and relaxed and the weight of the blanket on my chest, the temperature, the swelling emotion in my earbuds felt so fucking perfect

And i didnt say it aloud but i thought it, i thought

This is the best fucking moment of my life

Another thing i dont think ive ever said earnestly but damned if it didnt feel true as i thought it and tonight

I left work nearly limping from exhaustion, covered in muck and sweat, only the thought of kicking these motherfucking shoes off ahead of me, and i took a step away from the building, ready to begin the trek to my car when the most merciful breeze swept over me, and new coworkers be damned i said aloud

“That is the greatest feeling ive ever fucking felt”

And just now, just now i was describing the way a song makes me feel, like I’ve never felt anything quite so much, like nothing has ever inspired this much raw emotion from me ever, like i love this song, this artist more than the culmination of all good feelings being alive has ever heaved upon me anf i realized how fucking hyperbolic ive been lately but maybe

Maybe ive been capped, emotionally capped and im once again open to new heights of love and satiety and satisfaction and appreciation and honestly

I can take criticism of hyperbole if it means this is what i feel

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Blending in.

[polykowiak]

No offense but literally nothing and no one is and will ever be out of your league. Nothing is too good for you. Nobody has the right to make you feel like you are not enough or less than you are, you deserve the world.

[prettypositivity]

forgive yourself for viewing someone’s lack of effort as a challenge to convince them that you’re worth it