i'm a pixie.

i'm a paper doll. i'm a cartoon.

in the city, all her stars were windows.

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anxious anxious anxious.

the waiting game always stirs up that churning in my middle and the clenching of my jaw, a mantra in my head silently repeating “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry” as if everyone will psychically receive the message.

waiting for a certain piece of life-changing mail to arrive that will make my life a million times less stressful, yet might make others judge my choices.

waiting for those emails that will confirm that everyone is cool with me completely rearranging my thursday, even though it’s burning me up inside that it’s Not Actually Very Cool. 

waiting to sign that contract that will set my holiday season in stone. wanting to put the puzzle together but missing all of the edge pieces. 

and ultimately, really just hoping that i show up everywhere i need to be in the next five days on time and in the right clothing.

sir-hathaway:

gryffinpoor:

dudemanbropants:

gryffinpoor:

thepreciousthing:

the-ordinary-nerd:

ask-or-rp-with-will-petrisous:

squad16:

finalellipsis:

bestnatesmithever:

What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

oh my god

this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever

sir-hathaway:

gryffinpoor:

dudemanbropants:

gryffinpoor:

thepreciousthing:

the-ordinary-nerd:

ask-or-rp-with-will-petrisous:

squad16:

finalellipsis:

bestnatesmithever:

What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

oh my god

this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever

(Source: ultrafacts, via violaguy88)

co-gi-to:

untamedcomets:

This is important

IMPORTANT. BOOST.
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untamedcomets:

This is important

IMPORTANT. BOOST.
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co-gi-to:

untamedcomets:

This is important

IMPORTANT. BOOST.
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co-gi-to:

untamedcomets:

This is important

IMPORTANT. BOOST.
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co-gi-to:

untamedcomets:

This is important

IMPORTANT. BOOST.

(Source: adventuringasnotagrownup, via violaguy88)

time to get scared - time to change plan
don’t know how to treat a lady
don’t know how to be a man
time to admit - what you call defeat
'cause there's women running past you now
and you just drag your feet

man makes a gun - man goes to war
man can kill and man can drink
and man can take a whore
kill all the blacks - kill all the reds
and if there’s war between the sexes
then there’ll be no people left

and so it goes - go round again
but now and then we wonder who the real men are


How does it feel to have lived these years a living legend?


sad. :(
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How does it feel to have lived these years a living legend?


sad. :(
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How does it feel to have lived these years a living legend?


sad. :(
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How does it feel to have lived these years a living legend?


sad. :(
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How does it feel to have lived these years a living legend?

sad. :(

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lcumo:

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danielkanhai:

it’s weird when scaffolding gets taken down from a street you’ve only ever known with scaffolding. you walk down it like, “why is it…super daytime out? how did i get here? this is what this is supposed to look like? where are the metal bars that made the sidewalk lanes? people don’t know how to walk, this is chaos.”

once in awhile, i get a weird feeling that i’m going to wake up in my bed - alone, 23, body impossibly thin, frail, and achy, but still intact - and realize the last 5 years were just a dream. 

NOT YOURS.

to the guy hanging on the corner outside of the preschool: i am wearing shorts because it is fucking hot outside. i’m dressed nicely because i am heading to work. NONE OF THIS IS FOR YOU. i am not your “baby,” nor will i stop for you to give you my name and number. your comments of “beautiful” and “gorgeous” are not compliments. i am not a painting in a museum for you to admire.

also, your lip smacking is repulsive, not sexy.

so when i said sternly, “please leave me alone,” i REALLY meant, “fuck off, shit bag.”

"i don’t remember, were we wild and young?
all that’s faded into memory.
i feel like somebody i don’t know.
are we really who we used to be?
am i really who i was?
the lights will draw you in,
and the dark will bring you down,
and the night will break your heart,
only if you’re lucky now."

ryan adams, “lucky now”

thoughts in my first few days back in new york.

"if ONE MORE PERSON slams me with their bag or body, i WILL lose it."

"PLEASE don’t dance in my space. you are behind me. i cannot see you. don’t you dare dance up my ass, then act annoyed when i turn around and almost collide with you."

"the amount of desperation in this room is making me queasy."

"STAIRS. FUUUUUUCK."

"oh yeah, that’s right. i HATE 8th avenue."

"DO NOT TOUCH MY ASS, YOU SHIT STICK."

"ugh. it’s HOT."

ahhhhh, feels good to be home.

"I am not a lonely person. I love solitude. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely. Writers know that. I have never met a writer who does not crave to be alone. We have to be alone to do what we do."

Mary Ruefle (via sometimesagreatnotion)

(via nogreatillusion)


etsy


#thisplumistooripe #thefantaticksatnewharmony

etsy

#thisplumistooripe #thefantaticksatnewharmony

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