you know how when a big foofy cat gets wet and you see its actual body and not the stuff covering it you’re like OMG YOU ARE ACTUALLY SO TINY?
the exact opposite happens with Dylan O’Brien
i don’t know what to tell you
other than the fact that a giraffe’s
heart weighs 22 pounds and that
somebody once told me when
flies fall in love, their entire brain
is rewired to only know loving each
other. when one of them dies, their
memory becomes blank. i hope you
never think about anything as much
as i think about waking up next to
you during a windstorm at 5 am.
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on
Boulevard des Capucines, Claude Monet.
i walked outside and yelled yooooooo for like 5 minutes
once in elementary school i got a D on a test and i legitimately thought my parents were going to kill me so at recess we had a funeral and my friends picked me flowers and pieces of grass and let them blow away in the wind it was very dramatic i cried
|—||Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via zombiebondage)|
|—||Henri Barbusse (via rauchwolken)|