I really want an old typewriter.
iceepr1ncess: literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone
omfg the poem i wrote last night about sex is 69 words long i’m dying
If there is one thing I would like to have accomplished by the time I lay on my death bed, I think it would be to change something for the better. I think, then, I could argue that my life has mattered enough; if someone or something has existed in an improved state because of something I did or said.
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From...– This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn) But this explains the 90s kids (via thebbcisslowlykillingme)
I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up,...– Louis CK (via tr0n-c4t)
sex is not phallic and yonic passionate screams and declarations of false, burning love sex is not hungry desire lurking in a cave between spread-eagled extremities sex is the sigh between your lips and the subtle smile that grows rarer with each passing moment sex is the music of your laugh and the soft touch of your hair and your gentle fingertips sex is the eternity of unsung beauty.
i want to drown in apathy and suffocate on indifference.
i live a life undefined wondering when words will finally be penned on these damned blank pages and something or anything or everything will begin. i live a life in shadow and confinement somewhere beyond sunshine and the life it brings i live a life among rivers streams, seas, and oceans of tears and hatred drowning in my own self-inflicted misery and i live a life of...
FOR CHRIST’S SAKE LEARN HOW TO PUNCTUATE.
I am actually 100% the most pathetic human being on this planet.