Wintergirls By Laurie Halse Anderson <3
- Woke Up.
- Went To School.
- Came Home.
- Now, I’m Here.
I honestly don’t think I have feelings anymore. I’m not mad. I’m not sad. I’m not happy. I’m just here …
|—||Molly Kroll (via 1plus1equalsshutthefuckup)|
Eviscerated, I am.
And if I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you.
A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
In addition to my heart, there are some small organs that I want to give you: glands, sweetbreads, variety meats.
I’m offering these gifts. Rare gifts. I know that they don’t amount to much in the face of what you’ve given me.
I’ve heard these organs can’t survive outside the body for more than a few hours.
But I’ll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens, it will be on me. On my heart.
|—||Jenny Schecter (via 1plus1equalsshutthefuckup)|
i saw a post the other day about black women w/ freckles and red hair and i just had to draw a character based off that :v
reposts this selfie b/c i like it.
weeps i used to be so pretty
my phone needs to stop autocorrecting omg to OMG i’m not that excited
1520 Sedgwick Avenue, Bronx, New York
August 11th, 1973. Officially, the Birthplace of Hip Hop. DJ Kool Herc held the first Hip-Hop parties right here.
I really need to clean this fucking mirror