Tanqueray Me, Babe

Epitaph: Drank, smoked, fucked, fought, wrote it down, regretted naught

Something terrible happened today; I woke up happy. Now I don’t know what the fuck to write about

I’m just waiting for you to realize I’m lame and never talk to me again

Walk into the club like…what up I got a crippling fear of emotional intimacy!

A soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest, but the one
that makes you feel the most.
Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.

—Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via cigares)

(Source: hellanne, via sonotthatspoopy)

I thought that we’d be together forever but I couldn’t make you happy. I’m falling for another and I hope that makes you happy

I like my body when it is with your body.

—e.e. cummings  (via po-ppy)


(Source: quote-book, via silencecreptoverme)



Google Maps tells me that you are 2,894 miles away and there are at least that many things I want to say beginning with “I miss you. I hope you’re doing well. Come back soon.”


LMAO at how people think “white” is something you can choose to identify as rather than a system that confers privilege and power upon you whether you like it or not.

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On my tombstone please write “Not appreciating my puns when I was alive was a grave mistake”

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