THEME

phxdown:

one upon a time there was a princess in a tower and a prince came to rescue her

“fuck off” she said “the tower has wifi, does your horse have wifi? i didnt think so.”

“what” he said because this was not how fairytales usually went

so she pushed him out the tower window and then went and posted about it on tumblr

geometricity:

youre so hot i want to like tackle real life things with you and be really productive and work on handling my psychological issues so as to better our future

pvbertyblues:

“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins

1. You will feel so alone you think you hear your bones screaming. The sky will look mint and the air will taste of mercury and purple salt. Here, you open the window and allow the cold to gnaw at your skin with it’s metal teeth. Allow it to ripple across your wrists like volcanic lava. Allow it to kiss your neck and tower over your eyelashes. Do not cry.

2. Make your walls bare. Take in the peeling paint. Take in the vast emptiness. Rip out every single page of your favorite novel and tape it to your walls. Breathe in the words. Exhale the characters, the plot, the black setting. Do not cry.

3. Fill the bathtub with water. Take a bath in the dark. Think about how the universe is expanding. You are made up of stardust. You have galaxies breathing inside your palms, the moon is swimming against your thighs. You are meteor showers and the Seven Sisters. Do not cry.

4. Wash your sheets with ivory detergent. Wash your hands with pomegranate soap. Put cucumbers on your eyes. Put lotion on your toes, elbows, collar bones. Do not cry.

5. Remember cities will burn and stomach acid will flood your liver and lungs. Remember people are making love, buying groceries, making omelets, committing murder, giving birth, taking exams, waiting for him, for her. Remember people are dying. You are not. Remember do not cry.

6. If there are needles stinging your chest and marmalade reminds you of red stained lips and hurricane eyes, write poetry. It is the only thing you can do. Paint yourself using the color of the sea. Do not limit yourself to blue. The ocean is not blue. It is brown and purple at sunrise. Green and opaque at dawn. Do not cry.

7. You are alone. There are gaps within us that can be filled with rubber cement. But we will always bleed. It is human nature. Let yourself bleed. The poison, the cockroaches, the mud, the oil. You are the only God you need. You are the only God you will ever need. And finally, baby, cry.

~   confessions from my alcoholic mother  (via irynka)
passiondecor-de-marieclaude:

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moistclumping:

exams are coming up for a lot of people so I thought it would be helpful to compile a list of playlists that I find good to listen to when revising (there’s a mix of classical/jazz/sort of electronic stuff, most of it’s instrumental, but you can pick and choose)
Dedicated to all students.
Homework Vol. 3
Time to Study
For very late night revision
Café Jazz
Heureux.
No Words More Study
instrumental
Don’t be afraid of the classical music!
Instrumental Perfection
Sweet Mellow Jazz

fixyourwritinghabits:

how to make write feelings without sounding overly melodramatic and pretentious


Try:

shehlovee:

Life is unfair. you put someone first who puts you second. you study your ass off for a final only to get a C. you give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. you’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. it seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re just walking away with it.

itsdeepforhappypeople:

strangeharpy:

edgebug:

sprightlyvigilante:

the year is 2066. physical contact has been outlawed. hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the dead of night and shady people hold hands in dark streets

i want to read this novel

I want to write this novel.

I want to edit this novel.
Sounds like we have a plan.

Guy:

What do girls do at sleepovers?

Me:

Pass the Bechdel test.