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Me: you have to give me the toy if you want me to throw it
Dog: source??
Venice Beach, CA, 1930ā²s
sundance girl
our mustang is Stygian black. stout but strong. we call her black beauty. horsepower over 360. windows like panoramas, view like the wild west. the kids are outlaws, but the parents havenāt guessed yet. mamaās too busy herding cattle. paās tired from breaking in new stallions. i walk in the blistering heat. my heels strike the ground upon each sunās beat. i am the sweet rose that throes, the honey that aināt so sunny. when the day disintegrates, when the comets fly and die, i creep home with careful darts and an itchy heart. the moon lights nothing; it is sick of me. every starless steed is a hole in my lungs, a shadow of my mind. i am nothing if not delusional. constellations become concrete: Eliot into Emerson, Kandinsky into Kahlo. the doors only unhinge for me when they know no one else is there. only the stairs care. the walls pity me, the ceiling reads psalms. the bed is a nihilist, and it loves me truest. (who wants to read these lies, anyway? who wants to spill these secrets?) the mustang roars, the doors titter. i was born with loose morals and looser fingers. the deed is done. iām a gunslinger, mama. my heart was an accident.
Right now, in the province of British Columbia, Canada, there are 170 burning wildfires. This is the result. A smoke filled sky with an eery orange glow. You can barely see the sky. Please be cautious in this dry weather!
Ps, this is unfiltered. Scary huh?
I really, really hate how awful I am in regards to keeping in contact with others. I want healthy and fulfilling relationships with my friends, but itās very hard for me to wholly invest myself. I want to talk to you, but itās difficult for me to muster the energy to do so sometimes. I want to hang out with you, but isolation also sounds nice right now. Iāll read your texts, but Iām not necessarily in the mood to reply at the moment. Then I feel anxious attempting to reach out when I do have the energy and I am in a good mood because I feel like I pushed you away and you dislike me now, so I usually remain isolated. I feel selfish because of it. And I feel like a bad friend.
too right
Friendly reminder that white Western voluntourism (in addition to being the sentimental racist crap that is) can actually do far more harm than good.
I ate a HEALTHY BREAKFAST I am READY for the worldās bullsjit! ! Donāt Fuck with me world I have already eaten three different fruits today and I am prepared to eat more fruits if the situation calls for it
McNair Evans
Hi, I don't have a tumblr because it was too distracting during the school year but I really like checking your blog, what' your url so I can keep checking out your awesome aes content and text posts
thanks so much!! I probably should've just done this in the person; new blog is m0thmomāŗļø
imagine if florida was real. thatād be fucked up
17th June ~ 17:13
āKill me now, Virgil, I welcome death.ā No but seriously, Iāve just been awarded my schoolās prize for Latin. This is an actual joke
remade, so ask if u want the new url i guess?