candles are how we keep fires as pets
this is unnecessarily adorable
consider: adhd immortal people
“what was it like 400 years ago?” fuck if i know. i don’t even remember what it was like last week.
catch me procrastinating basic tasks for twenty times longer
“oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to get around to fixing that window, but I’ve just been so busy, y’know?”
“you’ve lived here since 1740″
MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Walking through a museum and seeing some old things of yours and just going “FUCK. FUCK GOD DAMN IT, I’ve been looking for this forEVER” and then trying to haggle with the curator to get your shit back
“what the fuck is wrong with me?” i ask, fully aware of the mood, personality, and anxiety disorders i have
(Source: wormtitty)
“Jealousy can open the blood, It can make black roses.”— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “The Swarm,” wr. c. October 1962 (via violentwavesofemotion)
"People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand."
i arrive in the 80s
world: ruled
rains in africa: blessed
dreams: made
love: tainted
me: taken on
it: felt in the air tonight
everything: counted in large amounts
silence: enjoyed
land: confused
time: big
lonely heart: owned
fire: started
but it wasn’t us
dust: bitten by another one
some sugar: poured on me
my breath: taken away
whip: cracked
crack: stepped on
it: whipped good
heart: shot through
you: to blame
love: given a bad name
the summer: cruel
the wolf: hungry
something about you: so right
streets: unnamed
beds: burning
nasty boys: unchanged
yourself: found
wife: beautiful
house: beautiful
