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update from my life, 

i slept for 3/4ths of the day and yet i am still about to find the energy to sleep right now.

another update,

i get to see someone i love tomorrow

okay night

Posted on August 2nd at 22:55:28 with 1 note

"Let it heal you. Lie beside a man who’s hands you trust"

Clementine Von Radics, As often as miracles (via mariahell)

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Posted on July 31st at 18:54:04 with 1,021 notes via , source
FUCK  

i feel absolutely insane but i still don’t know if that’s enough to stop me??????????????????????????????????????????????????

Posted on July 21st at 19:16:31 with 1 note
ten million more question marks  

"

After you’ve been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what’s your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do

sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.

You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course

there’s some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you’ve had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they’re telling you their life story, exactly as they’d intended to all
along,

and you’re saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?

Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that’s how people burn to death in hotel rooms.

"

Tennessee Williams, from Life Story (via lipfused)
Posted on July 20th at 08:56:54 with 1,597 notes via , source
FUCK  

"You’re not a teenage girl but you feel the heat rising off these boys. Their eyes when you enter the classroom: lowered flame; the body curves. And when you lean across a desk to whisper good, you smell their necks. That animal distancing itself—but not too far; still innocent. The sharp cologne they wear says men to you, says: almost men. You think they have doused themselves for your sake; you straighten, swoon at their intent. At any moment they could strike the match of touch, they are that close. Boys, you tell yourself, they’re only boys. And toss your head. You’re thinking of wild horses, how the world will murder them."

Cecilia Woloch, Los Niños (via notebookings)
Posted on July 20th at 08:38:12 with 1,262 notes via , source
FUCK  

"Love, for you,
is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s
terrifying. No one
will ever want to sleep with you"

Richard Siken, “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” (via sunposting)
Posted on July 20th at 08:31:24 with 4,796 notes via , source
FUCK  

bon-mom:

Can we all talk about how disgusting this is. This is my future in-law.

Posted on July 19th at 23:37:49 with 2 notes via ,
SWAG  nuptuals  so gross