(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

rolling those pearls in my head just to watch them glow

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"

[tankhall]

my teeth are no longer making me evil

[rodrickheffeley]

well im not the moon im not even a star

[pearlsinmyhead]

every so often i feel this impetus to yell I'VE TRIED VERY HARD TO BE GOOD BUT WHEN THEY THINK YOU'RE BAD PEOPLE ACT WORSE

[pearlsinmyhead]

do y'all ever think, same way most cult leaders are narcissists, most prophets are autistic? like, is prophecy just some crazy pattern recognition? cause I gotta tell you my foresight doesn't even make sense to me half the time but still, I stay knowing.

[loveridden1999]

top 3 hobbies for young adults:

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past

3. agonizing over the present

[ceruleanheaven]

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

[loveridden1999]

in a way i am my own dead wife

[maxxie-or-smth]

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

[pearlsinmyhead]

this past week will now forever be referred to as the week of doom and despair

[nuisancewildlife]

Daredevil - Fiona Apple

[fairycosmos]

did you know that apparently if you try to act normal the normalness doesn't come through but the acting does. and did you know apparently everyone can smell this on you like a bloodhound

[ceruleanheaven]

sometimes i have a dream that reveals such a humiliating desire i have that i genuinely lose a bit of respect for myself

[boringkate]

It's not too late to suppress all of your wants and desires and to die unfulfilled and afraid without anyone ever having really known you.

[sadlilyvalley]

stranger things textposts + will byers

it got me... the demogorgon.

[asksloyxp]

Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again

[shinyrock6498]

Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?

[asksloyxp]

Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???

[jadesdumbstuff]

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he's never visited.

You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don't wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him.

And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries.

Don't lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand.

Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

- Marty McConnell, “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell”