Merry Christmas, Kiss my Ass.
I kept [your name] buried deep inside, and when I had nothing else to cling to,...– Peter Hobbs, In the Orchard, The Swallows (via proustitute)
Monster by Charles Barnett →
My heart beat stopped with a wimper like a cry swallowed by the night. Stifled by the prettiest little monster. Hair like Hell-fire licking the sides of her face tracing cheeks like lips in the dark. Fangs hidden behind smiles and honeyed words that put me at ease as easy as a lullaby. I am the perfect victim and she is the prettiest little monster.
Put on my worried shoes…
They say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t a pussy.– Sylvia Plath (via glitterencrustedbunghole)
Ahem. That is all.
spectrumandspectacle: The Appreciation Post -...
Tumblr user: Do you realize how offensive that is? Seriously go ahead and tell me if you do. Let me answer that you stupid white privileged heterosexual male, you don't. See people like you have never even taken the time to research the fact that there are people that cannot in fact sigh. This is the kind of ableism that makes it look like we still live in the 50's or some shit. What's next, you want to go out and lynch some PoC's with your drinking buddies? Some people are bound to iron lungs and cannot sigh even if they wanted to. You can deny your privilege of being able to sigh all you want but it will only make you look more like a privilege denying asshole. People like you make me sick. Sometimes I have no faith for this country.
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.– Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions, 1937-52, trans. Ruth L.C. Simms (via proustitute)