Elizabeth

michigan | I’m me, and that's beautiful (:

[tariqah]

I am obsessed with being beautiful while trying to be okay being ugly while feeling utterly confident that I’m super beautiful and also super ugly… My brain… the oscillation

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

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[justjames]

You like my blog?? I bet you can’t even name 3 of my deep-rooted personal issues

[spitefulhag]

new ask meme. Guess 3 of my deep-rooted personal issues

[foxy-mulder-deactivated20190929]

Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it

[feministism]

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“To fall in love with someone’s thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.”

— Sanober Khan

[toxic-bullshitt]

“Just the thought of you with someone else makes me sick to my stomach. Please stay…”

AM

[melodioussuggestions]

sometimes you’re not gonna have support from anyone. keep going anyway. you’re strong enough to make it.

[relatablepicturesofmargesimpson]

[d--r--a]

[schu-schu]

fashion vogue dt juni 1998 

[theselfcarelifestyle]

Do not be afraid to talk yourself up, honey. Enjoy your look, post your favourite selfies, clap for your successes, smile at your beautiful self in the mirror. It’s okay to love yourself loudly.

[highlyspecificsigns]

the signs as jay gatsby’s party guests

ARIES: Clarence Endive (“He came only once, in white knickerbockers, and had a fight with a bum named Etty in the garden.”) TAURUS: “Newton Orchid, who controlled Films Par Excellence” GEMINI: “Benny McClenahan, [who] arrived always with four girls” CANCER: “G. Earl Muldoon, brother to that Muldoon who afterward strangled his wife” LEO: “a prince of something, whom we called Duke, and whose name, if I ever knew it, I have forgotten” VIRGO: “Edgar Beaver, whose hair, they say, turned cotton-white one winter afternoon for no good reason at all” LIBRA: Benny McClenahan’s four girls (“I have forgotten their names — Jaqueline, I think, or else Consuela, or Gloria or Judy or June, and their last names were either the melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great American capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves to be.”) SCORPIO: "Miss Claudia Hip, with a man reputed to be her chauffeur” SAGITTARIUS: “a whole clan named Blackbuck, who always gathered in a corner and flipped up their noses like goats at whosoever came near” CAPRICORN: “Beluga the tobacco importer” AQUARIUS: Ripley Snell (“was there three days before he went to the penitentiary, so drunk out on the gravel drive that Mrs. Ulysses Swett’s automobile ran over his right hand.”) PISCES: “A man named Klipspringer, [who] was there so often and so long that he became known as “the boarder”’

[softnettle]

in this house we do grandma activities

[bobertlutece]

this whole thing is way too good to be giffed you need to experience it 

[elodieunderglass]

I wanted to be able to find this again

[nevebianca]

[rtpoetry]

I’m sick of sipping pumpkin drinks and would-be-anniversaries.

you’re there. hand-catching fish, achilles in the stream with the current biting your roll-ups.

i watch through a lens because it’s all I can hold in one hand.

the painkillers will lose to the wisdom teeth every time

yet I’m supposed to thank the growing pains

that mean my clothes will never fit me in the right places again.

sleep is the closest i can get to morphine

until the sepia bows to the afterparty

and I no longer have to stand as a crucifix

on a ledge that’s never quite high enough.

just once, I want the sky to actually be on fire when he says he’ll be,

so I can count time until the moon arrives to cauterise the damage.

achilles // r.t.