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anarchafeminist:

Errey day

anarchafeminist:

Errey day

theclearlydope:

Just shooting the shit.

theclearlydope:

Just shooting the shit.

If love wants you; if you’ve been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold.
Anne Michaels (via ghostwishes)
What I learned then sustains me
through every sorrow:
it’s the believer who keeps looking for proof.
Anne Michaels, from “A Lesson from the Earth”, in Miner’s Pond (via the-final-sentence)
The only thing you can do for the dead is to sing to them. The hymn, the miroloy, the kaddish. In the ghettos, when a child died, the mother sang a lullaby. Because there was nothing else she could offer of her self, of her body. She made it up, a song of comfort, mentioning all the child’s favourite toys. And these lullabies were overheard and passed along and, generations later, that little song is all that’s left to tell us of that child …
Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces (via highandgay)
Merlin, you should go with them,” said Arthur. “No. I’ve already seen the woods.
Merlin
Meowwww

Meowwww

Oscar is amazing.  He found my materials and wanted a puff.

Oscar is amazing. He found my materials and wanted a puff.

I don’t follow many folks…

So it’s sad when I unfollow someone because they’re just a horndog.  :(

emptysoundspade:

fernception

I miss you.  Man enough to admit it.  

I miss you.  Man enough to admit it.  

Taken two years ago in college, but I so feel like this today.  Need studying to be over and to have a cocktail.  Many ‘a cocktail.  

Taken two years ago in college, but I so feel like this today.  Need studying to be over and to have a cocktail.  Many ‘a cocktail.  

Boy problems

Do you ever have an absolutely perfect date, then realize it probably isn’t going anywhere?  I felt at home tonight, like I was with family.  I haven’t felt that way in forever, and sadly I let all my walls down.  The music was right, you were so beautiful, Jewish, and you’re in culinary school.  You looked like someone I trusted in the past and your breath tasted like mint and weed.  

Dear self, 

Please stop tearing yourself up over this.  Even if he did not like you, you had a great night.  He was beautiful, but there is more to life.  If he isn’t into you, then he’s not part of the “more to life” category about which I ought worry myself.  If it’s fate, it shall be.  But if not, protect your heart better next time.  Be true and loyal to all that you are deserve.  I am tired of cleaning up your messes and the tear stains all over our clothes and pillows.  

Sincerely,