her makeup is her war paint
betty. sans the uppercase B, it is just so bloody vulgar. i am part ghost and believe gender is boring. j'aime unicorn menageries, animal rights, vintage threads, found threads, the constitutionality of things, pastel hair, kissing, collecting nail polish, taxidermy chic, Roadkill, and swooning because you are pretty.
her makeup is her war paint
"I’m the difficult person. Everyone’s the difficult person. She was accepting of my brand of difficult. She was okay with it."
Adam Sackler, Girls (via sassafras-ash)

Difficult. You know? You know.

"If anything, I think that I am too smart, and too sensitive, and too NOT crazy, so that I’m feeling all these big feelings, and containing all this stuff for everybody else."
Hannah Horvath, HBO’s Girls (via leslieknopeismyspiritguide)

Yup

"Sometimes I forget this insoluble mess and dream: he’ll save me, we’ll travel; we’ll hunt in the deserts, we’ll sleep on the pavements of strange cities, carelessly, without his guilt, without my pain. Or else I’m going to wake up and all the human laws and customs of this world will have changed—thanks to some magical power—or this world, without changing, will let me feel desire and be happy and carefree.

What did I want from him who hurt me more than I thought it was possible for two people to hurt each other? I wanted the adventures found in kids’ books. He couldn’t give me these because he wasn’t able to. Whatever did he want from me? I never understood. He told me he was just average: average regrets, average hopes.
What do I care about all that average shit that has nothing to do with adventure?"
Kathy Acker, In Memoriam to Identity (via applepieskies)

So poignant I am puking.

Max and I are going to write letters like this and I will wallpaper a small corner of my closet in cut out phrases from them and then I won’t feel as lonely when I sleep in my closet.
Poem
"En la Amazonia hay un manatí renovando el 90% de sus pulmones con una única exhalación.
En Pennsylvania, hay un ser humano escribiendo un poema y renovando solamente el 10% del aire de sus pulmones en una exhalación."
Fragmento de Manatíes, Ellen Kennedy (via poesianoerestu)
i have no ambitions — ellen kennedy
“You are still the voice inside our heads”- Guin and Leopold