October 2011
“You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to...”
– http://www.dressaday.com/2006/10/you-dont-have-to-be-pretty.html (via loveyourchaos)
(also you don’t have to be happy, either, for the sake of others.)
ultimately it doesn't matter at all.
one of the most comforting aspects of tumblr is the unspoken understanding that the connections made here are completely arbitrary and meaningless. the little connections we do find, between one another, are totally secret and unknown to the other. you have no idea how much i look forward to your posts, or pass over hers without the slightest pause. as it should be.
anglophonic:
LE TIGRE - - DECEPTACON
always...
broken.
break and re-break and re-break.
“There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine...”
– Steve Maraboli (Life, the Truth, and Being Free)
“People who need people are threatened by people who don’t. The idea of seeking...”
– Lionel Fisher (via middlenameconfused)
persimmons break my heart. sweet orange flesh and broken, adulterated memories.
i don’t want to want it, anymore.
I think some people are just addicted to being assholes.
confidence that everything I love will become ruined, lost, broken, or stolen.
Just swallowing more rocks, as I process horrific...
sour blueberries
his little black paw reaching up from my lap to press against my chest
reds and purples of transition and decay in fallen leaves
lopsided rosetta on a latte
lemon cucumber refrigerator pickles
“no, don’t go. stay and hang out a while.”
sand and ash
dawn and dusk
suddenly caught myself having forgotten, for several empty, painless moments
defrost
green...
