Anonymous asked:

Where do you keep your bras when they go missing? Is it the same spot or from different locations??

Relentlessly Craving. Answer:

Ain’t nobody stealin my bras


In a way, her strangeness, her naïveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for.

And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

- “Sula” by Toni Morrison  (via mirroir)

(Source: yearsofmagicalthinking, via multienergies)

Also why do we all have to lie to each other and pretend like we don’t have emotions?

We should probably all just give up or something already cos I dunno does anything ever actually get better?

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will fuck with my head for the rest of my life!



(via vaccin-e)

I don’t like waking up with this feeling like I haven’t accomplished anything. Like, yes body, you just woke up, obviously we have not done anything yet, stop making me feel so guilty! :(

It’s tough having everyone in your life be very secure in their roles - despite the crises we are all going through of course, but in terms of being committed to a certain static lifestyle. I wish I had someone with all the same resources and opportunities as myself who could just leave life for a month or two or three to be a bum and tramp the world me.

it's a lonely existence