she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization
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you asked me what i ate today and i cough so hard pieces of my spine are thrown from my mouth. i taste blood every time you look at me like i'm something worth dying for. when i was twelve i broke my wrist. it never healed right so now every time you try to hold my hand my bones ache.
my mom says i remind her of her mom and that sometimes it's hard to look at me. it is spring and i hope the hummingbirds can't see into this house.
there are boys that claimed my body felt like home to them. i will never understand this because my hands still shake every time i place them around my neck asking myself how much longer until the thought of peace doesn't make me choke to death.
how can i be this tender and still bite my tongue so hard until everything i never said rots my teeth? i'd let my anger burn this city to the ground before letting anyone hear me say how sorry i am for everything i am not.
-unknown
hibiscus flower ৎ˚ 🌺. ᭢˚｡
engraved jewellery really is peak romance to me
well i want someone to talk to 24/7 to drag around and go places with me and maybe it’s codependency mixed with desire but i just want someone to stick with me for life
Vintage pink glass perfume bottle
Having a clean home, a warm bed, and a sense of security is truly the biggest blessing. That is enough to be content especially in the world we live in today. We are rich is ways we don’t realize.
you'll be torn open and laid bare.
hehe and then what
In another universe I never outgrew you because you got to grow up with me
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
please stop living so far away, I wanna shop my groceries with you
one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess
Utopia's Just Around the Bend
Watching the city burn to the ground we pass a cigarette back and forth smiles on both our faces We swore we were going to figure it out We promised would bring in Utopia
And the cops are overwhelmed by the mass of people fed up with the power trip We won't go quiet and we won't be peaceful Not when the war turns into something real
They may have some kind of self-elected power but we aren't bothered because we got the numbers Riot bullets and beanbags out to the stomach The first wave will always go down
Sacrifice is needed for a job well done
Both of us smell like gasoline and sulfur They used to swear the revolution would be televised But there's no cameras in the ever-engulfing flames And there's battles fought under every streetlamp The people rise when Utopia's just around the bend
Don't give up so soon, that's where our problem lies It's a gathering people that turns into brick throwing riots I've had my eyes on that fucking Starbucks for months Using spraypaint as a weapon, and bandannas as a gas mask like bandits in black with a black flag a red flag, what's always ended up as a white flag
You can't fight for justice if you refuse to fight And you can't fight for justice if you refuse to help it exist
please stop living so far away i want to cook your favourite dinner for you
"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed
on the inevitable and loving despite, despite // a revisitation of this
various wikipedia pages / carl sagan / why the sun chases the moon / war of the foxes - richard siken / drunk drivers, killer whales - car seat headrest / saturn - sleeping at last / pale blue dot, photo from voyager / lighthousekeeping - jeanette winterson / ann druyan / new york times / neil degrasse tyson / david jones
hey has anyone found a way to act on your desires without opening yourself to failure
from The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib
they should make an august for grieving and being blue all the time and an august for.. well. enjoying the summer and living your life. and they should be in the same year
i would be the best dead wife ever i love to laugh while laying in bed
Oh, to be pure again
SOBBING ABOUT ORV AGAIN
here's the next part of my orv collection tagging @chocolatemalt because my darling your tags give me life. no, btw. it's still not over yet, i've got so many remaining
link to part 1, part 2 and a webweave i made out of story snippets that is yoo joonghyuk centric. also, part 4. (this one is part 3)
unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.
noah ross / jennifer gennari / roadkill - searows / st. bernard - lincoln / thegirlhoodtheory / richard siken
got snap?
i have an address where you can send me roses and love letters