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Eugh I can’t use this blog on the computer/ipad coz I need to reset my password but the email I user it long gone, so I’ve made a new one mainly witchy and crystal stuff but would love if my mutuals would follow me and I’ll follow back! It’s invokingthegoddess (lol)

Eugh I can't use this blog on the computer/ipad coz I need to reset my password but the email I user it long gone, so I've made a new one mainly witchy and crystal stuff but would love if my mutuals would follow me and I'll follow back! It's invokingthegoddess (lol)

Imagine existing without wanting to die everyday? lol

realitealafrancaise

YAAAAAS LAURENT ! YAAAAAS ! (pour ceux qui ne comprennent pas, je vous conseille de lire cet article ou encore celui là)

thepuppyclub

“These past years you’ve made a lot of movies in Europe and yet you haven’t even been convicted of rape in America.”

#hAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #drag him to hell

tomakeyounervous

Diamanda Galás at her home in New York by Chad Batka for The New York Times

neatbeets

Visit Original Link

hypersexualsportswear

@mariahcarey do a cover of this

arabellesicardi

Living a life like mine is so intolerable, some undergo serious surgery.

this is one of the best essays (prose?) i’ve read in so long

comingupmilhouse666

this is so good, i cried, it hits very close to home for me

#tw weight

I just started singing backstreet boys at my dog and made him jump

grimes-claireboucher

Grimes for ELLE girl Japan, May issue 2016 photo: Monika Mogi styling: Shino Suganuma (Tsuji) makeup: Rie (Valentine)

pigmenting

You’re sitting on a chair in your hallway. The chair is made of wood and painted white. No one ever sits in it. Except for you, today. You can’t remember why it’s there. It was supposed to take its place at the kitchen table with all the other white wooden chairs. It sticks out here. It’s always in the way. You should move it. Instead, you’re thinking about how the chickadees will be out soon. You’re thinking about how you need to call your mother. You sit like you’re waiting for something. You’re thinking about what it would be like to be a dandelion, a field of dandelions. What it would be like to be that yellow. You turn your head and you hear the knocking again. It’s far away until it isn’t. Until the knocking is in every wooden thing in your house. It’s in the walls. It’s under your feet. It’s in your chair. Pain is a thing that knocks. When no one answers, it lets itself in. Stays a while. You sit in that chair wishing the hallway had windows. How nice it’d be to see the sky.

Kelsey Danielle, “Grief” (via pigmenting)

letheane-deactivated20200121

Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair; Tangling in the tide’s green fall now fold their wings like bats and disappear; Into the attic of the skull.

Sylvia Plath, Two Lovers and a Beachcomber by the Real Sea (via dark-splendor)