when i try to be nice to myself: he's not gonna fuck you bro

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when i try to be nice to myself: he's not gonna fuck you bro
RACHEL GREEN in FRIENDS (1994 - 2004) 2.01 | The One with Ross's New Girlfriend
must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain
“I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via kafkaesque-world)
i am not a social butterfly. i am a social moth, flying directly into the flame
(Source)
I’m running a love mill,
I’m calculating supply and demand.
When you pop the bottle,
you’d think you could hear my breath,
ragged from the effort.
I’m highlighting my script
I’m rehearsing my lines
I’m forgetting my keys
I’m slamming the door
I’m leaving on my bike and
peddling ‘til the chain breaks off.
my daily habit of continuing on
“Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.”
— Natalie Wee, from ‘Lonely’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
I have a crow inside me and no one can know. I can feel it all the time. It is like the entire night sky and all the stars and every beautiful sound you can imagine. It is like being too excited to sleep. It is like being twelve years old and stripping off my clothes outside in the rain. Savage. Girl. Suddenly awake to the deviance available in every ordinary moment. The possibilities of my current situation had not occurred to me before now. The freedom. There is a crow in my chest.
Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over
*butler voice* your vibes, sir
“You were born with a ribcage / around your heart and no key. / Your heart spills and spills / through the notches, a thick / sticky red like melting lipstick. / Nothing washes out the stains.”
— Adira Bennett (via adirabennett)
“We don’t fear death, and neither should you. You know what Socrates said about death, in Greek, of course? “Death is just one more night.””
— excerpt from Armageddon in Retrospect by Kurt Vonnegut (via gyllcnhaal)