moody little person
I just want to kiss you
till your insides
are as soft as your skin

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so

shit

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"Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close."

Stephen King (via alittlepickmeup)

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idk but my teeth are nice

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ltllght:

Leaving to my sister’s bachelorette party but I’d rather curl in up bed

look at this beautiful human being

ltllght:

Leaving to my sister’s bachelorette party but I’d rather curl in up bed

look at this beautiful human being

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"You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way."

Elizabeth Taylor  (via drapetomania)

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i love you, but you gave up. i told you i would go through anything to make us work and you still gave up and what i’ve learned about people is that when someone does something once there’s a very good chance that they’ll do it again but I’m still laying here thinking you’ll stay with me if I come back.

you gave up, not me.

ltllght:

Literally

i hate reno but take me back for this please

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"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living."

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You   (via 13thmoon)

(via ltllght)

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lol bedtime

Succulents at the Missouri Botanical Gardens (St. Louis, MO)

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hi my name is slutmuffin and I have a radical obsession with blueprint drinks

hi my name is slutmuffin and I have a radical obsession with blueprint drinks

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"

if you believe in a god
pray
if you believe that when you die
you will be saved by a noble being
pray
if you have worked for something
for many days
and have gotten nothing in return
lift your brow to the sky
and pray
for there will be many a time
when you are knocked down
you will be denounced
you will be hurt and thrown around
your children may die before you
your parents will too
the world is a painful place
so believe in a god of mercy
and pray

i’ve watched my mother kneel
forty feet from the church that she was married in
and make her way towards the alter
to pray
she returned to me
as i waited outside by the rose garden
she said
“my knees didn’t hurt that much last time”
and i have never seen devotion like hers
she doesn’t go to church every sunday
occasionally she’ll tell me she wished she had a sunday off
so she could attend
used to ask that i go
with my father and sisters
“it may not help you
but at least go
listen”
she wanted me to stand there
and pray
get on my knees
and pray
but i couldn’t disrespect the disciple i believed in
by standing in front of false idols
and speaking my thoughts
i was never religious
but i will always believe in saints
you see
i was raised by one

my mother taught me love
my father taught me war
when i was angry
she would tell me to love
when she was angry
she would still show love
i don’t know that i’d know the difference
if it was not for her
my father and i
would scream at each other
from across the dining room
and i, with tears in my eyes,
would leave
and he’d come after me
“i’m doing it because i love you
i don’t want you to think that i don’t care
don’t want you believing that i’m not there”
my mother still tells me
“i know that it must be hard
and i don’t blame you if you can’t
but find it in your heart to forgive him
he doesn’t know that he’s doing anything wrong
be kind to him
call him
ask him how he’s doing”
in moments of frustration she has calmed me
she has left me defeated
“be kind”

she has felt a pain greater than i ever will
and she has cried
she has wept
she has wiped her brow from the sweat of her labor
the labor that produced me
the labor that has continued to raise me
through all the storms
and the treacherous waves
that have persistently battered
the raft that we float on
she has persistently paddled
she smiles and she laughs
“be kind”
before she hangs up the phone every night
she tells me she’ll talk to me tomorrow
“si dios los da licencia”
and i don’t argue with her beliefs
because she would argue with mine
she wouldn’t believe that i swear
by the glimmer in her eye

love
will always be love
war
will never be different

if you believe in a god
pray
if you don’t believe in a god
find one

"

10/08/2014

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