I’m haunted by the kindest words I’ve heard in awhile—cursed by a nourished ego. I love who I am the most when I’ve forgotten myself entirely.
Not even diarrhea can save me now.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via secretsbest)
You’re so far away and you just don’t need me, you’re so far along and you just can’t see me and you’re so ah-ahlone so ah-ah-ahlone.
knittedlampshade: unlearning problematic behavior is a long ass process you will fuck up handle it gracefully.
There is more wisdom in your body than your deepest philosophy.– Friedrich Nietzsche (via zenhumanism)
nancitafresita: cheritachen replied to your post: flannels im wearing a flannel, date me okay! but you better have sex with me! :P and no threesomes with Scott, that would be weird for me. hahah and yes, you can wear my clothes too ;) Bitch
You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.– Thich Nhat Hanh (via secosmolhadoseafins)
Écrivain mon cul.– Ta mère
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a...– Dean Young (via oofpoetry)
Yoga school is my favorite place these days.
Sometimes I stop wanting everything all at once.
I don’t enjoy horror. Reality is terrifying enough without glorified representations of grotesque violence to feed any of my persisting fears. Sensitive soul syndrome sorrynotsorry.
Maybe you are searching amoung the branches, for what only appears in the roots.– Rumi (via 8hydrophilic)
cross-sensory rhyme schemes such as lavender sunsets and a lavender hibiscus lemonade, or gray matter actually seeming—in the walls of my skull—to vibrate in black and white flickerings are more than enough to keep me curious as to where i might still find more color. i don’t have a prescription for rose colored glasses but i’ve got a need for a certain kind of beauty...
Table of gays. I guess we -are- the halfway point between Hillcrest and Palm Springs. W/e.
Solitary. Solace. Sol. Sun. Enough light reiterated in a dimensional existence.
Beauty is before me, and beauty behind me, Above me and below me hovers the...– Navajo Prayer (via girl-hair)
This is when you find a rock big enough to crawl under, this time making sure that the light can’t come in, breathe the emptiness and exhale yourself into oblivion. It’s a secret between me and I.
princesspandulce: i’m going to scream this is my fucking apartment just as much as anyone else who is on the lease and i deserve the respect to be listened to and communicated with what the fuck did i get myself into moving in with these pieces of shit your the fucking piece of shit you vacuous black hole of a person. you don’t and are not entitled to the treatment you think you...
When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say...– Shauna Niequist (via hallucihoop)
cheritachen: mal-poesie: cheritachen: mal-poesie: cheritachen: mal-poesie replied to your photo That weave. R.I.P. Sahara Davenport Figure it out like Nancy Drew Are those my earrings?
cheritachen: mal-poesie: cheritachen: mal-poesie replied to your photo That weave. R.I.P. Sahara Davenport Figure it out like Nancy Drew
cheritachen: mal-poesie replied to your photo That weave. R.I.P. Sahara Davenport
It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one’s...– Aldus Huxley’s final words (via beromda-ord) I’ve done stuff and seen things. Sorry mom. And Krishna. And RuPaul.
Me me me.
queen—of—denial: every time i go to trader joes theres always some old white lady who wants to start shit. ok picture me all cute and shit picking out some red peppers and i SWEAR this bitch literally stepped right in front of me and leaned over and grabbed her shit. I don’t know if its my age or my race but I know this bitch wouldn’t pull that on other white people. I guess ill have...
Strange conclusions redrawn on cluttered canvasses.