stillbirthed: In the garden I shall die, in the rose-tree they will kill me, Mother I went to gather roses, looking for death within the garden. Mother I went cutting roses, looking for death within the rose-tree. In the garden I shall die. In the rose-tree they’ll kill me.
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you...– Anne Lamott (via funeraire)
Often what I need is even a darker darkness.– Valzhyna Mort (via funeraire)
vulgivagus: (words are stubbles and arms cold as marble under the Sun held yet held down be and belong to waste)
stillbirthed: I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this. Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
All the pretty horses have had their legs broken: they want to get closer to...– (via stillbirthed)
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall...– To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks
stillbirthed: There’s a little girl inside who uses my mouth as a peephole, cleans out my dollhouse sink with a sponge. She thinks she might be me, but can’t remember. She wishes to be the kind of creature the world can’t touch.
Rinse and repeat
vulgivagus: But it was (and it isn’t) just a mistake I’m sorry.
And the scouring griefs, don’t look at them all or they’ll kill you, you can...– Kim Addonizio, from “Onset” (via vulgivagus)
bedbones: when i eat enough seroquel it feels like you never stopped kissing me
Saturday, May 11, 2013
simply necrotic is no longer a venue for social performance, and i am not returning phone calls. so begins a new era
I could literally fingerbang a girl in the street but because I’d do it with...– “Why Lipstick Lesbians Have To Keep Coming Out Of The Closet,” Michelle Cheever. (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
i smoke weed in my room tho lol shhhhhhhhhhh
FACT: I am not a lesbian because it is "easier" to...