I Like Art That Depicts Women Not Posing Seductively Or Gracefully But Simply Existing As Human Beings.

#yes

That's it. That's their friendship.

Hello god it's me again....

Is it really love when they don’t listen to your rants on all your fictional crushes then secretly do things to match up to them?

A little thought I picked up from a conversation with a friend.

Do demons really deserve our hate? Every-time, I talk about things that make my soul bleed, I label them as demons. But aren’t those very demons the most beautiful creation in my head?

They are unapologetic, the most vulnerable part of my personality, the part that I want to conceal because the people around me are not ready to deal with the rawness of it all. So why label them and weigh them down with so much hatred, they do trouble you, but only because you don’t let them speak to you.

A little kid constantly crying, constantly interrupting your conversations, clinging on to your arm, just so you look at them for a second, crouch down to their eye level and offer a them consoling smile.

Did this to my pen pal from Norway, I'm #so sorry.

To my future wife,

We're gonna have so much fun together.

Maybe we'll be shoving each other when we're brushing our teeth.

Maybe we'll be chasing each other through the backyard.

And then you trip and fall and we're both laughing together and then you look up and the sun's shining right behind my head.

You kiss me.

Because you're grateful.

And no, I don't look forward to it for the sex and the physicality of it.

I look forward to it so I can brush the hair off your eyes every morning when we wake up.

I look forward to it so I can bring you coffee and burnt toast in bed and you pretending like it's a gourmet meal.

I look forward to it so I can say "I love you" every single night because there's no one else I'd rather share the moon and the stars with.

my cartoon for yesterday’s @gdnsaturday #writing #pets https://www.instagram.com/p/CeIwKzfMixG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

"Never regret thy fall,

O Icarus of the fearless flight

For the greatest tragedy of them all

Is never to feel the burning light."

-Oscar Wilde

“I wrote poetry, I befriended the ghosts inside”

— (via michaelbogild)

50 posts!

Lol yay i guess