I saw a TV preacher when I was scared,
at four or five, about bad dreams,
who promised he’d say a prayer
If I put my hand to the TV.
That’s the first time I remember prayer,
an electric current humming through me.
Beyoncé, “Bey the Light”
what would happen if i ever met dylan o’brien.
"The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it."
Jordan Belfort (via observando)
roundabend reminds me of this a lot.
"How Can I Tell This Customer To Fuck Off Without Getting Fired" - an anthology by retail workers worldwide
Anyone in the service industry, I would argue.
Who the hell do you think you are, Annie
Clark’s hair? All ecstatic anemone, ghost vein
cluster, champagne flute shattering on the floor in slow
motion. I’m just out here trying to mind my fat, fuckless business
& here you come, lusting up the whole goddamn joint. What am I
supposed to do now, Annie Clark’s hair? Pretend I don’t
know you’re out there, some immaculate planet
of albino seaweed?
"I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones."
Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise (via jaimelannister)
My tattoo. Inspired by Buddy Wakefield’s “Horsehead”. Specifically the lines: “and he wouldn’t turn back, no matter how much slack was typed into his neck…”
Hey this is me! So weird to scroll through your dash and suddenly see a picture of yourself…
"So, when I was a kid, I said to my father, ‘When I grow up, I want to be a poet.’ He said, ‘You can’t have it both ways.’"
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently
Breaking news: White fuckboys on twitter bitching how funny it is that Beyoncé is a feminist when she and her dancers were provocative and half naked. Despite feminism being about empowerment and a woman’s right to do whatever the hell she pleases with it, they just don’t seem to be able to grasp this concept.
In other news, men still don’t know what feminism is, still bitter that they aren’t Beyoncé and still making themselves look like asses on the internet.
And now the weather.
I bet 5 minutes later they slid up in some DM’s asking for nudes
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”
Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because:
☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm
☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again
☐ A dog looked at me
☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance
☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven
☐ Daylight savings time
☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?
☐ Girls are too pretty
☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted
☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen"