No One Appreciates That I Could Be A Million Times Worse

27 DRESSES (2008) dir. Anne Fletcher

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

— v, excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

Nobody apologized for how they treated me they just blamed me for how I reacted

there was a moment - still, golden.. when her skin met mine and my mind fell silent. this wasn’t just desire. it was something older, deeper. like my soul, who had been waiting lifetimes, had found its home.

she looked at me like I belonged, and I melted into her as if I always had. tasting her, touching her, felt like being handed the language of the stars.

there aren’t words for what it felt like to touch her like that. to be inside her, to taste the kind of beauty that ruins you in the best way; soft, wild, holy. like poetry with a pulse. she is raw beauty, quiet fire, a universe I want to spend forever unfolding.

and I can’t wait to place my promise on her finger.

anyone wanna sit together in silence while you do your thing and i do my thing and we do our things. together. in silence

Ossuaries, Dionne Brand

i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time