Rocketgirl

hello! my name is maggie. i don’t like introductions (maybe, i do!)  for donations and illicit love affairs, kindly send an email to [email protected] (or hit the ask box) along with the subject: hi wild thing when i’m not on tumblr (which is 2% of the time) i’m probably on google searching stupid stuff to post here or i’m answering no to all of your indecent proposals, selecting all and sending you goddamn dirty old men to my spam folder. in the meantime, take a look at my face because trust me, your dash will be polluted with my retarded self. kidding aside, i like to post songs and other silly things. For more action and interaction, please do write to me on the e-mail address provided above or follow my twitter, hear me sing or stalk me. for everything else, there’s mastercard.

[staringatcandles]

no love is ever lost. i used to feel like I wasted my love on the wrong people but in the course of my healing, not only have i felt the love I've poured out come back to me in different ways, but i have been reminded that love is not expendable at all. love cannot be measured nor contained. discarded nor wasted. it has no form or shape. it surrounds us. love is essential. it's abundant. it's powerful. its potency makes it capable of finding its way back to you. again and again and again. love is a whole phenomenon. don't ever regret the love you give to anyone. it's theirs. it's yours. it's everywhere. the cycle is infinite

[valenciiaa]

[pussymargiela]

[wetheurban]

I hope your October isn’t just “less hard." I hope it’s actually good.

[rocketgirrl]

also

maybe we should try writing when we're happy

[rocketgirrl]

https://elemental.medium.com/what-makes-women-strong-2c927bf286ef

[hoursuponseconds]

[olearypoetry]

[maderefined]

“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”

[hoursuponseconds]

Frank Ocean and Tyler, The Creator making Analog 2 (2011)

[yidan]

[saying]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

They want me to be one thing. And I’m not one thing.

Alice Notley, from an interview conducted c. October 2017 (via herpaperweight)

[saintjoan]

— margaret atwood, excerpt of circe/mud poems

[bostonpoetryslam]

my mother used to read me ‘where the wild things are’ & now i strive to be the wildest thing i want to be so wild that every wolves’ hungry mouth be terrified of me i am wild in the club at one am when a man touches me & i bare my teeth clench my fist & swing

RebeccaLynn Gualtieri, “Wild Thing,” published in Slamchop (via bostonpoetryslam)

[rsvpgallery]

[coldplaying-stormer]

Bastille - Doom Days