do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”
Reblog every time
Whoever wrote this dialogue is a freakin’ genius
What is this from?
All I really want is to stand on the edge of something somewhere high up and stare death in the face, give him the finger then walk away. Or to Dig a grave on my own, lay in it, read a book and sip some wine til my heart’s content.
my goal is to be the ‘we didn’t notice her in highschool but damn we should’ve’ girl
I think I might have achieved that
- a party where everyone dresses up in fancy dresses, and you eat novelty chicken nuggets, fruit snacks, and drink capri suns and watch cartoons
- a party where everyone wears pajamas,and you drink red wine and have fancy finger foods and watch old Hollywood movies
The word you’re looking for is college
I live it when the smell of you saturates the pillows, blankets, sheets. When your scent clings and sinks into my skin.