[theonlymice]

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM MAICHEPET TO YOURS! ✨🎉🥳

[theonlymice]

Christmas Dinner ✨

[filthyprotozoan]

[illacxxx]

Demons, they don't keep me up all night

In fact, they made me sleep all night

Just so I'd wake up the next day

Wishing I was dead

[theonlymice]

Had so much fun with the 21st century birthday girl. Naka all white except sa bday girl and her bestfriend.

// Lantaw, Il Corso, SRP, Cebu

[theonlymice]

Cheers to 21 my bb gurl @illacxxx

[transgender-mp3]

At this point people have to be planting these shirts in secondhand stores. No way someone would get rid of this

[myfairhudzen]

If I knew this existed, I would wear this for my psychology classes.

[johnwickofficial]

It exists and you can buy it HERE!!!😂😅

[victorious]

@shiftythrifting

[remanence-of-love]

[perfectquote]

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

— Michael Faudet

[isletic]

I’ve spent my whole life daydreaming. It embarrasses me to think of tallying the hours. It feels like ingratitude. It feels like infidelity. It’s often been about infidelity. I’ve daydreamed while walking, while running, while drinking, while smoking—sitting in the Boston cold, seventeen years old, daydreams sprouting like so many weeds from the cracked sidewalk of a broken heart. I’ve daydreamed on every form of transport—something about commuting feels conducive to daydreaming, the pockets of time in between our commitments, and the fact of the body in motion, neither here nor there, available for an elsewhere. I’ve daydreamed to music and in silence, in solitude and in company. It’s hardly exceptional.

- Leslie Jamison, Dreamers in broad daylight: ten conversations

[growaglow]

Found in Anne Carson’s Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[illacxxx]

I'll keep the hurt in silence

Even if it burns

Even if it scars me.

[lifeinpoetry]

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit

[illacxxx]

My insides are crumbling down.

My will to live has left my body.

I no longer care about tomorrow.

Tonight, I just wanna end tonight.

[theonlymice]

@illacxxx

[theonlymice]

Pawrents

[lifeinpoetry]

“I don’t know where I’m going. Where I came from is disappearing. I am unwelcome. My beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood.”

— — Warsan Shire, from “Home,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head