'It's all in your head'
which is why it’s called mental illness you incompetent piece of shit
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved"
Took this picture in beautiful Rome last night. This sky makes me think of us. The stars are so far from me and so are you. I hope one day I will hold your hands again. I miss you.
Oh my god
when a plan sounds good in your head:
but then you try it out in real life:
why test on animals when there are prisons full of rapists
because the prisons aren’t actually full of rapists
the rapists run free and the prisons are full of people charged with weed possession
just a little reminder that 97% of rapists never spend a single day in jail.
"If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person."
"I stopped believing in love when I was 11 years old. At the same time that I first saw my fathers hand go across my mothers face reality did the same to me and I realized none of it was real. I once read a story about a man who loved a blind woman so dearly that he gave one of his own eyes so that she could see. Once the woman could see, she left this man because he was ugly. I keep telling myself that maybe one day I will believe in love yet again. It is because of this that I have ripped myself open to so many people and now there is nothing left. I am completely empty. I have given entirely too much of myself to boys who only touched my body because their body was intoxicated with the thought of fucking my brains out. No one will ever fill me. Here I stand, with gashes leaving every part of me completely open. No matter how many human beings come by and pour themselves into me it will pour right back out. So ask me again why don’t I believe in love. I don’t believe in love because love is not calling you at 3am begging for you to fuck me just because I need to feel something. Love is not my fathers hand across my mothers face. Love is not giving your eye to a charming blind woman and being left because you are undesirable. Love does not exist, people only let themselves believe that because they are entirely lonesome and need to feel the fire of another’s fingertips burning against their skin. Love is none of these things, because love does not exist."
I realize that I am bitter, and I plan on keeping it that way
|BFF:||Grandmother I need to talk to you
|Grandma:||[concerned voice] What? What is it? Are you sick?
|BFF:||No, no. Grandma. I'm gay.
|BFF:||I'm gay Grandma. I have a girlfriend now.
|Grandma:||[relieved voice] Oh honey, is that all? I thought you had cancer. Anytime someone needs to tell me something they are sick. Who's your girlfriend, when is her birthday? I'll bake her a pie.