Sep 17th, 2014

I’m so unphotogenic what am I going to do when I’m famous

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Sep 17th, 2014


one saturday, i won’t have anywhere to go.
at 9:07, i’ll find you next to me
kiss your forehead
and go back to sleep

one saturday, i’ll make a slow breakfast.
while you’re in the shower,
i’m making the coffee
and you’re slipping your arms around me

one saturday, we’ll be together.
wandering farmers markets
snapping pictures of each other,
sneaking kisses

one saturday, ill go to sleep.
knowing that life can’t get better
that i’m not dreaming
that i’m finally home.

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Sep 17th, 2014


I hate when you’re like “fuck it’s so hot” and someone’s like “well why don’t you take your jacket off?” Like bitch no…this is my outfit

(via mclloven)

Sep 17th, 2014

If you need me I’ll be in the bath watching lava on my television
Sep 17th, 2014

why is there ham on this cat
Sep 17th, 2014

I let her have the little bit of peanutbutter that was left. She looked at me like I gave her the world.
Sep 17th, 2014


The guy in front of me when I was getting ice cream tonight was wearing this.

update: i banged him
Sep 17th, 2014
Sep 17th, 2014





no cough syrup

you are not ‘grape flavoured’

have you ever tasted a grape

you taste like death and the tears of small children

not fucking grape

wow what a surprise another cis-gendered white upper-middle class american male telling someone what they can and cannot identify as. why don’t you go fuck yourself

#i can no longer tell what is and isn’t a joke on tumblr any more


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Sep 17th, 2014

I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via mandorkus)

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Sep 17th, 2014
Sep 17th, 2014

Police officer who was responding to a “vicious dog” goes home with a new friend.
Sep 16th, 2014
"She can’t get any creepier- , Oh nevermind."
— Everyone watching Finding Carter (via jroseartmusic)
Sep 16th, 2014


I hate it when people imply that men “gave” us anything. Our foremothers fought tooth and nail for the rights we have and they were grudgingly handed over by men who hated us.

Why do people think being nice to men about feminism now would accomplish anything when it never has before???

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Sep 16th, 2014