I am eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, meets back to the future part II. Perpetual nostalgic moon goddess. Thinker with a writing problem. Reminisces. Does not understand currency, time zones or idiots. Quoter. Introvert. Sarcastic. Libran. Writes lists. Has cycles. Disbelieves sometimes. Smoker. Rarely finishes anything. Nameless. Faceless. Critical. Abuses words. Procrastinator. Dry humor with a hint of sarcasm. Rhythmic, serial fidgeter. Has no aim but enough goals. Dead head. Creaky knuckles. Watches. Sometimes silent for far too long. Aged hands. Misinterprets subtlety as lying. Usually found cross-legged with an eyebrow raised and a pen in hand. Writes down dreams. Fluctuates. Bluntly tactful. Meditates. Recycles. Rarely answers the phone. Cannot balance. Smiles instinctively. Aggressively defensive. Incorrect but comfortable posture. Indecipherable handwriting. Brittle. Capable. Moves instead of dances. Nomad. Squints. Fascinated. Studies words, astrology, people, symbols, eyes, tarot. Has a strange laugh. Unable to think of anything else that might be relevant. Carefully irresponsible. Wanders. Elaborates. Chews bottom lip. Very opinionated. Wastes time worrying about wasting time. Doesn't often know how to stop. Willing to try.


“Colors”
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
- Shel Silverstein
setbabiesonfire:

Get the fuck out.
chorinea:

Holly Wilmeth

Imperfections are attractive when their owners are happy with them.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

alcyere:

Quaint house (by david barclay)

Think about the first name you were ever called,
and then think how long it took until
you got called a pussy
or a slut,
or a bitch,
or a whore,
all of which are words that fall too close to ‘girl.’

Think about the first time you got called a ‘girl’
and they said it with a sneer.
Like it was a bad thing.

For a boy, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.
For a girl, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.

Remember, black widow spiders and female praying mantises eat their partners after intercourse.
Remember, it’s the lionesses who hunt.
They come back with bloody muzzles, dragging bloated carcasses as the alpha lion strides around with his mane puffing out.
Remember, it’s only the female mosquitoes who drink blood.
We’re the ones who do the necessary work, dirty our hands,
fuck or fight or both.
We’re often the smaller sex, which makes us a harder target
as we slink close and sink our teeth in.

Remember: we’re deadly.

You should be proud to be called a girl.

— 'Most Female Killers use Poison' (via actualcannibalgirl)
cellulitisplayerhater:

 

Masuleh, Iran
wnderlst:

Emerald Lake, Canada | Jim Ding

I get jealous because I’m afraid someone is going to make you happier than I do.

— Frank Ocean (via perfect)
fellahaladdin:

No words to describe this beautiful photo

Real relationships have:
- fights
- trust
- faith
- tears
- pain
- arguments
- patience
- secrets
- jealousy
- love.

— (via psych-facts)