love everything about that shit. fuck heteronormativity.
my fixation on fashion is, i know, (but would deny)
the result of my heavy-handed implementation of superficiality
enforced when I got old enough to notice how embarrassing all of my angst and darkness really is.
denied my deep-rooted need for introspection,
I channel my nervous energy into hair masks
and the perfect smoky eye
and filling my closet with hundreds of dresses
I may never wear,
but which will always belong to me,
because I paid for them.
it is possible, i suppose,
that this need for ownership
stems from a childhood spent knowing I just barely escaped the poverty that had defined the lives of my parents and sisters for decades,
or from some inescapable, adolescent bullshit
where I feel like if I spend enough money,
I can trick everyone into thinking I’m pretty.
or maybe I’m just two beers in and hiding from that self conscious way I touched the scar on my chin (when I read that post you knew I’d read)
and thought “I never even knew you’d noticed that.”
(Source: middlenameconfused)
The Flowers - Regina Spektor
(Source: minibunn)
G-P-O-FUCKING-Y. See also: how I feel about dogs, birds, and every animal ever.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife Alice died.
TR & I are twinsies
shit is about to get real up in here.
i wish that you could google things like “when is rick santorum dropping out?” and it would give you the correct answer
