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Annotating igyts is so hard because, every page, every line is a smack of colour right in the face, it feels like spreading your arms and cutting through wind, flying through oceans and eating stars, while curling into a ball on the moon, and every page that isn’t consuming me in undeniable feelings and tastes, are pages that claw at my back and force me to the cold wooden floor, there comes mouthfuls of sorrow so sad the trees sway and sway until they all fall, and then it continues again, a continuous loop of light to dark to starbursts and fresh fruit to chalky wood, and every time I just sit here looking at these pages, and I just think, how do you highlight the parts in this book that make you feel so? When every part is making me feel SO? SO WHAT? I DON’T KNOW, I JUST KNOW, THAT I COULD EAT THE SUN, AND IF I WERE TO ANNOTATE THIS BOOK, EVERY LINE WOULD BE HIGHLIGHTED,, IT WOULD SCREAM IN COLOURS AND SOUNDS ALONE!!!

Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks.

Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems

There you go! :) x

(**) = New one

April 14th:

Skype date (part 2) (**)

April 13th:

Meeting at a bar (part 2) (**)

April 12th:

You get married (**)

He catches you masturbating (**)

Bath sex (**)

April 11th:

Sweet/slow sex (part 2) **

April 10th:

Backstage...

Teenage Dirtbag

Renee Delilah Parker has always been an average girl. She had average grades, she was funny and a basic tomboy.

Her mother sends her to spend the Summer in Mullingar, with her paranoic grandmother, her grumpy grandfather and her slutty cousin.

She doesn’t want to do...

Reblog if you care.

Always.

If you don’t reblog, you have no heart. It wont kill you to have this on your tumblr.

Today, 17 teens will take their own lives due to bullying.

summer of indulgences. takeout for dinner two nights in a row. glass after glass of cold peach juice. scratching mosquito bites for the sensuous pleasure of it. climbing past the point of my fingers giving out. taking the long way home. gently pressing the bruises on my heart just to feel the twinge

So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.

-vincent van gogh