acoldstreamoflogic:

The Smiths, “Unloveable”

"I know I’m unloveable,
You don’t have to tell me,
I don’t have much in my life but take it - it’s yours…”

(via mendicanti)

coacalin:

God.
Drive-through car washes are cool.
Johnny said once, Eating with someone is really intimate
and it’s stuck with me. So I decline dates at restaurants
because he’s right and it’s too soon and, anyway,
maybe I’ll hate how these long-necked boys
who don’t know how to hold a fork eat. I’ve written
a lot of things for him, Johnny, more than he knows about.
I am 22 now so naturally I miss everyone.
I am 22 so I roll my eyes when someone says love.
Dad has the air conditioner all the way up but I’m still
waking up sweating. My brother has taken to degrading
women in that casual way that boys do—flick of the shoulder,
dark-eyed, he is my father in miniature, but I love him,
as sisters do, even if I don’t agree with his mouth.
I wanted this poem to go somewhere important
but I keep looking over my shoulder. I hate mornings.
I keep spilling my guts out to strangers on the internet,
and this is not the first time I waxed my legs for a boy.
We’re all fighting over who we’re going to take home
and I’m still pretending I can play the clarinet.
Everyone keeps complimenting my nail beds.
Remember mood rings? Mine stays black.

Kristina Haynes, “Johnny Said Once” (via arbors)

(via crookednose)

iamnixpix:

Peace.
raccoonrendevous:

Good morning, tumblr.

I’m so lucky to call this babe one of my best friends. :*
fawndeviney:

wine on set is not a bad thing | Fawn DeViney 

"Happiness is not really an option." Ginger & Rosa (2012)