My blog is slowly turning into just pictures of myself.



I respect bees more than I respect white men in positions of power

bees make an important contribution to the survival of the human race which makes them the exact opposite of white men in positions of power

(via frazierash)


Seriously wish I had that person that I could just hit up like….. “Yooo, wild horny, send me something to jack it to.”

And they’re like “…on it daddy!” ..

And boy they do not disappoint … And Im just like jacking it to it for about 2 weeks.

Only in a perfect world. *sighs*


(via revitiligo)

God. I love this skirt.


i never really liked

my name


until i found out

what it tastes like

when you write it in frosting

on top of a cake

(Source: your-scallywag, via chuckieishere)


You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.

Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.

I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

Henry Rollins  (via gallivantingwithherself)

(Source: nekomarie, via handslikecartographers)


I’m in a “come over here and leave me alone” kind of mood.

I just can’t wrap my mind around the idea that one day I won’t exist.

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes and I have thousands more to live.