If we *are* so concerned though about young men getting drunk at a party,...– That drunk girl at the party doesn’t want you to rape her | The Daily Get Up (via brooklynsimone) (via deweyxdecimate) (via tranzient) (via genderbitch) (via adailyriot) (via the-abcs-of-life) (via stfuconservatives) (via robertschofield) (via returntonothing)
It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.– Kate DiCamillo, The Magician’s Elephant (via ariesincognito)
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance...– Hunter S. Thompson (via koi-)
"You wouldn't believe what I've been through."
Full Wolf Moon. .. Mom slooooowly drove past my house tonight, as I was getting out of the car after belly dance class. We haven’t spoken in… two years? Listening to people talk about funerals; going through things, boxes, the silent implication of inheritance. The death of my family members leaves nothing but ashes and debt. No one to care enough to have any sort of ritual or...
Without a lover to compliment my eyes. In private, with no one else to hear. No one has said anything about my eyes in years.
Hadn’t flossed once this year, until this morning when I told myself that if I didn’t have time to floss in the morning, I didn’t have time to look at tumblr today.
The realization that I’ve always been this alone. There were illusions of a sense of togetherness, here and there. Deceit.
David Bowie Has A Kitty On His Head
princessofmacabre: Cuteness = OVERLOAD