Folks why was I convinced the tumblr app was gone… did that actually happen or did I make that up bc that’s the main reason I stopped getting on this bitch
yall i came back why doesnt anyone tell their life story in the tags anymore
dear woman in the front row of the southwest nonstop flight from boston to indianapolis on may 14: you said you liked my hair and pants. i said i liked your pants. i’m in love with you. please find me
there will be a moment when you realize you are more grown up than your parents are. this is the loss of childhood, my love. it is when you’re standing in the kitchen and one of your parents is screaming about something and you recognize: you will let them win the fight not because you are wrong, but simply because you know that they will keep shouting unless you drop the subject. you expect them to have childish understandings of things. they will hold onto their concept of the world as if it was not a changing thing. they must be right, and they must be somehow more right than you, always, in everything. their idea of control is so necessary to who they are that you just let it go.
this is the moment. you are 11 or 17 or 21. and you realize that you’re more mature than they ever were.
and in some odd, sad way, this frees you. where they have stagnated, you continue.
sometimes i sit in the dark and slap my titties and pretend im a bongo player in an ancient time during a sacrifice
bleeding out in a pool surrounded by neon palm trees while total eclipse of the heart is playing is such a mood, that’s exactly how I want to go
