nekopanties:

Get a pair of these cute “Transparent Candy Colored Boots" for only $10.83 at Rosewholesale.

temitayo  
:)  itf  
"You want to know what it was like?
It was like my whole life had a fever.
Whole acres of me were on fire.
The sun talked dirty in my ear all night.
I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing it violence.
I couldn’t even look at a bridge.
I used to go out in the brush sometimes,
So far out there no one could hear me,
And just burn.
I felt all right then.
I couldn’t hurt anyone else.
I was just a pillar of fire.
It wasn’t the burning so much as the loneliness.
It wasn’t the loneliness so much as the fear of being alone.
Christ look at you pouring from the rocks.
You’re so cold you’re boiling over.
You’ve got stars in your hair.
I don’t want to be around you.
I don’t want to drink you in.
I want to walk into the heart of you
And never walk back out."
Nico Alvarado (via facina-oris)
poetry  

queerbaitingforgodot:

sex is a lot like the Iliad. you thrust spears, you get constant long winded metaphors about lions, zeus is there

I’m okay it’s okay I’m in the hospital

blog  

I took all of my Zoloft which is bad but also probably won’t kill me so

someone tell me not to kill myself pls

slussy:

You’re not punk until you EAT A PAIR OF DOC MARTENS

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via  src  RBG

jonsnoway:

anyone else think it’s kind of hilarious that season 5 of shameless seems to be focusing on gentrification when almost all of the characters (in a show set in the south side of chicago) are white??? 

and by hilarious i mean gross 

shameless  
"

My love, how was I to know
that they would make a myth of us?
Did we not die? Are we not dead?
Are your bones not my bones?

Before the war.
Before we had to
kiss Troy out of each other’s
teeth, we were a paradise.
You were the only one I kneeled
before.
You made the warrior in me tired.

They write about your death.
How I sliced through countless
men trying to build a
monument to the monster
I was after your body
blazed before me.

I can tell you now that
I begged for the arrow.
Welcomed it.
My last wish was to
sleep beside you in our tent.
To hide you so well in the afterlife
that no God could take you
from me again.

My quiet love was yours from the
beginning.
I call my ankles by your name.
When mother dipped me in the river, she was introducing us.

"
Caitlyn Siehl, Achilles to Patroclus (via pyladespunks)