xo, J

writer + poet | author of ‘equinox’ ig: jen.handoko www.amazon.com/author/jenhandoko

[twofigs]

i am writing all the time except just like inside of me and not outside

[iamhannalashay]

Just kinda wanna be braless and eat fruit in peace tbh

[body5000-deactivated20180929]

im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.

[writerscreed]

“life is just one big cycle of figuring out who you are and rediscovering yourself, again and again. life takes us to the most imaginative, least suspecting places -allowing us to do things we never thought we could, or leave what we once thought couldn’t live without. our hearts hate what we once love and love what we once hate. our minds learn from our old mistakes and quickly search for ways to make new ones. we are constantly molded, bent, broken, and rebuilt. we needn’t worry about who we’re going to be: that person doesn’t exist anymore than the person you once were is. what matters is where life decides to take us now and how we’re going to define the person we are at this moment.”

— aumirah (via a-quietsoul)

[rocktheholygrail]

American Psycho (2000)

[heisenerd]

do you ever type a sentence beginning with a capital letter and then go back and change it to a lower case one like ‘woah there, gotta be casual’

[dogwithasangriablog]

repeat after me: I am a fucking awesome person who has dealt with so much shit and I have made it through it all and am still cute af and smart and funny and nice and intelligent and I kick ass

[bastille]

Why the fuck would you go big when u can go home

[photow]

[bienenkiste]

Photographed by Silvia Draz for Metal Magazine

[slightmood]

hey girls, ummm *denies what god has planned for me*

[lazy-flower]

[minuty]

[vulcanette-deactivated20260506]

Well, just let me go. Just let me go. I am tired of sinking down to a lower place to be with men. I am tired of throwing a tarp over some of my personality so that the shape of my identity suits some gross man a little better, for whatever shitty things he needs to do in order to keep his boring identity erect and supreme. I have many grievances and no place to set them down, and I am cranky from having to shoulder this burden of reactions, like I am a fucking Ox that should carry your unsellable wares. I am tired of buying my own flowers. I am tired of having to hold my breath through Valentine’s Day the way you do when you drive past a graveyard. I want a valentine from a normal person who is horny. I want a prize for how well I can love. I want to be a prize for love.

“I Died: Valentine’s Day,” from Little Weirds by Jenny Slate.

[seashellronan]

holding hands with someone is actually the most outrageous form of casual intimacy!!! it makes me fucking crazy!!!! like you’re just walking together and you hold onto eachother just because you like being close?? the tenderness!!!!! the romance!!!!! i’m losing my mind

[coral]

[allwereallyneedisweed]

Notice everything.

Act like you don’t.