I sexually identify as a alto saxophone
I’ve found this so funny this needs to be on my art blog hello my music blog
Hello my art blog
trying on a metaphor
we're not kids anymore.
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
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I sexually identify as a alto saxophone
I’ve found this so funny this needs to be on my art blog hello my music blog
Hello my art blog
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Love makes you feel out of control. I think that’s how you know it’s right.
-Danny Diamond on That Wedding by Jillian Dodd (via suspend)
I’m constantly rearranging words. I look for the letters of your name in everything I read. Do you know what you’ve done to me?
Haaislinn (via wnq-writers)
red [red] n: any of various colors representing blood (1.) your favorite song plays on repeat, drowning out your father’s voice, and when you press your fingers into your eyes to keep from losing your mind, it is the star that burns the backs of your eyelids and the tips of your fingers. (2.) when he winces away from her kisses, it is what paints his cheek under her fingers, sharp with toluene and formaldehyde. (3.) it is when your lungs burn in the darkness and the only thing that you can see is where she cut the strings she held you by; it is the place where your veins open to spill their contents over bone and muscle. (4.) when the sun sets, and it dissolves into clouds that soak up its blood; it is the color that stays as the daytime and everything beautiful disappears. it is the only thing besides her that is both beautiful and painful. (5.) it is the color that you see when the world breaks your heart again and again.
dictionaries of heartbreak (#2) || r.m. || 9.16.17 (via
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*spins my clothes in a wet metal tube then bakes them in a different metal tube to undo the wetness*
in literature this is called defamiliarization so congrats this post is officially a literary masterpiece
In my house its called laundry! Thank you!
hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
my vagina is tingling…this can only mean one thing…
I’m allowed to be angry about what happened. I am allowed to be angry about what you did.
goodbye.
bro, i dont even care anymore. fuck it! *continues to try very hard*
i’m too sensitive and i’m literally always crying?? why am i always crying?? am i okay? what am i even crying about? fuck if i know
the fact that stars exist and we can look at them every single night for free just makes me go !!!!!!!!!!!!