I don’t understand how a mother could be your worst enemy, the one to critique you the most, the one who doesn’t believe in you, the one who could stoop so low as to talk shit on you. It’s not fair that all these people have MOTHERS and I’m stuck with someone I don’t even recognize as mom.


deleting my school to focus on tumblr


nothing is more satisfying than knowing someone will be with you through thick and thin


you ever look at a kink and think “nah” then a few years later look at the same kink and go “actually yes”


do u ever just cum and it ain’t great and ur like “ok that one was super lame”

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath (via queen-of-dreamz)

(Source: sophianism)


my boyfriend’s birthday is next month i should give him all the drunk letters i’ve written him, it would be the best and worst present ever






imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told 

IDK what kind of lives you all are leading, but this sounds like the boringest shit. “Yes I sent that email.” “Yeah, I like your outfit.” “I was sick.” “My mom said no” “No I wasn’t crying.” “Yes I read the Terms of Service”

what about a book of all the lies people have told you

Oh how the tables have tabled

Tables have tabled


i formally apologize to anyone who knew me when i was 13

(Source: pepprstark)

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