fluent-in-lesbianism:

bellezza98ceilo:

space-sailor:

pinkkryptonite:

fluent-in-lesbianism:

MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING ON THIS SITE.

daaaang lol

sooo you both get burned in the end

you did NOT
you just

HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY MOTHER IN THAT TONE OF PUN

(via coolracheldoritos)

"

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

"

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)

(Source: avraham-chai, via sixpenceee)

"it’s been four years and i haven’t
written a single poem, my boyfriend
asks if this is how i’ve always been,
he describes me as a wildfire, i
laugh and wear lipstick and buy
expensive perfumes and drink
champagne and let electricity spill
from my wrists like oil, i vacuum
two, three - sometimes four times
a day, my therapist says that’s not
a healthy way of dealing with loss
but i tell him that neither are pills,
sometimes he asks me about you,
i say you tasted like the sun and
touched me like i was the moon, it’s
all very sad, you know? the entire
dying part? it’s all very sad, i say,
some days i don’t want to get up,
on Sundays i watch the clock, i cook
potatoes and steak for dinner, he tells
me he likes my dresses and my pink
lipstick and especially when i read
him poetry, i don’t feel guilty when
he thinks they’re about him, i do feel
guilty that they’re always about you"

i’m sorry it had to end like this  (via irynka)

(via irynka)

imadad3:

firstgaydog:

in pokemon you can battle a cop

you can battle a cop in real life if you arent a weenie

(via acetaildog)