sleepy

i wanna go home

[crepebud]

good day🌈😻

[cygnum]

[lifeinpoetry]

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                  a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself. I’ve noticed each time I leave, something in me keeps                  going. Sometimes in me turns its back on me – someone else reflected in the mirror, someone else answering to my name.

Warsan Shire, “Abracadabra Acudubillah,” Her Blue Body

[5oil]

[onlydoll]

it me

[lvl99dreamer]

could you tell me where i could find the key cursor?? it's so darling!!

oh noo i dont remember !!! mayb littletreasurechest ?? OOH OOH if u cant find it there then i can put the image here !

n heres the code 4 it too jic just put it under the 

body, a:hover{cursor: url(http://static.tumblr.com/ettmxkg/hMolp83hi/vintagekey.png), auto;}

[lvl99dreamer]

when u feel like♡some‘ ‘**spitting ur head but♡then u rea lize its u smashing ur skull in2 th bathroom tiles but♡♡then u wake up in thatbsoooooft place hes touching ur forehead but then u realize that thers 2 2big fingers @ ur temple n suddenly u feel like its ok 2 due but then♡ then u feel like someones forehead is leaning against ur forehead and♡♡♡and suddenly♡♡♡anfd ♡ and suddenly ur♡♡and suddenly ur outside of urself, &♡ n whos in charge now?♡♡♡♡♡♡ n suddenly its the Worst Possible but ♡♡♡ but where else is there now what else is there now? its so awful it feels right

[lvl99dreamer]

when  ♡

[goobgar-deactivated20160806]

[openlylesbian-deactivated201709]

–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.

excerpt from

EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT

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h.y.k

(via pillowstars)

[thehouroflight-deactivated20171]

[alicedeadacc]

[lvl99dreamer]

i love your theme but i'm not sure which one it is, can you please tell me the name of it? thank you!!

oh sure!! its lufkin by morbidethemes i think!! but ive edited it a lil bit huhuhu

[fleurishes]

I must need new boys to text, but thank god for heath insurance. I haven’t brushed my hair in days and, finally, I had to take the scissors to my hair, cut away all the knots. I have this dirty habit of smiling at strange men as they call to me from across the street, make sure I leave them with the good strong image of my hips swinging. Everything is a hangnail, or a pile of laundry waiting to be done. I go to parties and it feels like everyone glows in the dark. It’s so weird because I curse in front of my mother and she laughs and says finally and gives me  money for rent, food, whatever. I don’t eat,  just sit on the porch and smoke cigarettes  and watch boys go to class and press my thighs together. I look at prices for laser hair removal, bikini waxes, organic manicures. The smell of silk makes me weep.

Kristina Haynes, “A Portrait of the Poet: Age 23″

[skypestripper]

[melisica]

[lvl99dreamer]

oh my gosh oh my gosh your blog is pure heaven thankyou

aah rly noooo do u think so…… u must b pure heaven to be able 2 see pure heaven in my mess !!! i love u 

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