kathy le!

[pettysag-deactivated20180315]

I just love sleep so much ……. like u just close ur eyes and ur gone bitch ………… brain logged the fuck off ……… powerful

[wordsnquotes]

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via wordsnquotes)

[ourstrangeduet]

Men are bus schedules

[quadriceps-deactivated20171230]

how

[ourstrangeduet]

Always lying

[justlittlethings]

[meanwhilepoetry]

If a boy hits my daughter, I will not tell her it is because he likes her, I will instead teach her how to fight back and defend her feelings as much as her body. And if a teacher tries to excuse his behaviour, I will remind them how inflicting pain on someone is a terrible way to show them you like them and a worse way to get attention. Little girls who know how to roar are not sheep to little boys who think they are wolves.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[xkraaziex]

things i think about a lot: 

im doing apps and like yeah they want to see that you’re a Good person

but like how many things that show you’re a good person are in little things you do in small group settings or for strangers etc 

like things that still matter but you can’t write about

[meanwhilepoetry]

I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems. I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate. I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems. Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury, and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft and summer dresses and vodka laughter. I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both, no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage even if her heart is made of tissue silk. Girls who are both are too volatile, too painful to love. So I keep her, the ink stained, angry girl inside a prison of paper and pen. I feed her memory, I feed her sadness, so I can keep the girl he loves alive. There is witchcraft here, a kind of witchcraft every hunted woman practices when she finds love. She magicks parts of herself away to protect the one she loves. This is why they say that love is the end of all women, the way war is the death of men. So I tell him, please, if you love me as I am, stop reading the poems. And he says, his voice gentle, his voice wine rich smooth, I will not. Because I refuse to love you, unless you let me love you whole, all the broken things inside you that make you so soft.

Nikita Gill, In Which I Finally Find A Good Man (via meanwhilepoetry)

[silk101]

[latadelixo]

[huntingfishinglovingeveryday-de]

I have questions

[unclebeanbag]

To get to the other side

[amphitritie]

i miss last summer when everyone was playing pokémon go that was so nice it felt like everyone was happy

[dalbirdy-deactivated20200626]

[kekepuaa]

[oncelerfucker69-deactivated2019]

extremely unfair because it’s impossible to win

[lonniiii-deactivated20170829]

When u put 2 and 2 together but get 11 because u found out more information than you wanted to 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

[ssensura]

Don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh

[animations-daily]

Oh, nonsense. This is nothing compared to the twig of ‘93.

[jauntylittlefrillyboy]

When I was a kid I laughed at this, but now as an adult who works in the public, I can assure you people are exactly like this.

[pleatedjeans]

[goth-aunt]

Me

[niambi]

when i get added to a group chat

[blackness-by-your-side]