thank you to everyone who follows me
thank you to those that send sweet little messages even if you hide who you are
thank you to the people who silently do the same, the positive energy makes a difference I promise
thank you to those of you who appreciate my writing
thank you to those that reach out to me if I show the littlest bit of tender sadness
sometimes I lay in bed and just think about how much support I have on here and I really should never underestimate that.
today I bought a frosted maple candle from anthropologie, knitted knee socks and the book “how to think more about sex” by the lovely Alain De Botton and I am sitting curled up in my cocoon of down with the candle lit and I am reading about the psychology of fetishes and for the last few minutes I feel more of myself than I have since I started talking to a boy. I don’t know how that’s going but with a book a delicious candle and a dark chilly room it seems much less important
as a woman i am clearly not against feministic views, but there is a huge difference between feminism and those who take it to extremism, and i wish everyone would just stop
Brooklyn’s too cold tonight
& all my friends are three years away.
My mother said I could be anything
I wanted—but I chose to live.
On the stoop of an old brownstone,
a cigarette flares, then fades.
I walk towards it: a razor
sharpened with silence.
A jawline etched in smoke.
The mouth where I’ll be made
new again. Stranger, palpable
echo, here is my hand, filled
with blood thin as a widow’s
tears. I am ready. I am ready
to be every animal
you leave behind.
"Thanksgiving, 2006," Ocean Vuong (via commovente)
a few years now, pinch ur boobie real quick til it hurts it’s like that basically n u tear a little but it’s ok cause septums are cute join the septum club
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via sleepprincess)