Just A Little Blog

i'm not ok i can't stop thinking about green velvet sofas

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self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism

crush by richard siken / false god by taylor swift / sappho / intimacy by angelica alzona / red white and royal blue by casey mcquiston / take me to church by hozier / les misérables by victor hugo / crush by richard siken / miss right by bts / a torch against the night by sabaa tahir

“Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable feminity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars--to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording--all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”

- Sylvia Plath

Karyl McBride, Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers

i want a room full of lit candles and rose incense to fill the air, while i wear ivory-coloured lingerie which you eventually take off after you kiss me on my baby pink silk sheets as soft classical music serenades us in the background 

It’s so crazy how humans r social creatures but we’re stuck in this hell hole of late stage capitalism that convinces us we can not only heal in isolation but thrive in it too, find purpose and dedication and make a lifestyle out of it, and only at the end of that tiresome road can we reward ourselves by leaving desolation behind and replacing it with community when the whole time it’s always companionship and love and understanding that we need, it’s always someone we can share with to know we are not alone in this place and this pain...

— Unknown

moomin bag that says “if you dont let me go home at the scheduled time i will kill you”

© Jerry-Lee Bosmans

Hope Sandoval, 1994.