"Every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,
— Warsan Shire, Welcome Home (via larmoyante)
Anonymous: please move back to new hampshire
Y so anonymous
"The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?"
— Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)
Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own.
and mixing them with vodka
At 3 in the morning while marathoning your favorite show because nobody can tell you to go to bed.
And then regretting your decisions the next morning.
Because you have to work.
and make more money to buy fruit snacks and juice pouches.
"Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress."
Like not once did she say “I want a prince to come and rescue me from my situation.”
She just wanted to look cute and turn the fuck up at the party.
To die by your thighs is such a heavenly way to die