1. (Source: renietan, via spleenybaby)

  2. 13/31 - The Consequences of Befriending Theatre Kids

    Drinking Vlad and boxed wine,
    the largest of aureolas,
    the quickest of kisses.

    Living in hell (below
    stage) with Hope and
    pillows and Gameboys.

    Raiding the prop closet
    to find gasoline-safe containers
    from the 50s.

    Going to McDonalds at
    2:00 am, dressed in drag
    and trailing tulle.

    Peeing on professors’
    doors, scattering pretzels,
    smashing picture frames.

  3. (Source: 32teeth, via rustyvoices)

    • Girl at Starbucks: So, do you like working there?
    • Me: Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
  4. Things I’ve done since the last time I showered:

    Had hot, sweaty sex 
    Worked two shifts at a Mexican restaurant 
    Changed the caliper, rotor, and break pads on my car 

    (I feel like this is a metaphor for something, just not sure what.)

  5. (Source: ianthe, via geekspooky)

  6. 12/31

    Picas, fingernails, cuticles: 
    cute-icles, cut-tle, cuddle. 
    Muddle th(rough) stag- 
    nation, matriculation, My 
    Sherona coma kiss. 

  7. "They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it."
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra  (via teenager90s)

    (via smallsholmbo)

  8. Anonymous said: Are you gay?


    i’m an artist

    My new response to this question.

  9. "You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?"
  10. 11/31

    Tornado tongue-bite,
    TJ Maxx time-waste:
    rain boot run-through.

    Red wine recovery. 

    Tired waitress tell-story, 
    22-year-old test subject. 

  11. 10/31 

    My brain likes to distort my experiences into better stories, but so far it hasn’t changed a thing about my time with you.

  12. "You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god."
    Anais Nin (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

    (via mooneyedandglowing)

  13. 9/31 - (Con)versations, (clusions)

    Five cups of coffee and
    a macchiato and my b-
    rain’s overtaking my b     o d y, 

    washed a   w a y.   

    It smells like risotto, fresh
    pavement, like the sun just
    broke up with the clouds. 

    Things I’ve used to stir my tea:
    A screwdriver
    A ballpoint pen
    My finger
    Someone else’s finger 

    Smoking a cigarette would be satisfying if it wouldn’t kill me. 

    The only time I smoke
    is when I need to be re- 
    minded of my mortality. 

    Mustard sweaters and
    messy buns, moccasins
    and overcome customers. 

    Middle-aged women with
    Southern/Swiss accents. 

    She took tequila with her because she was nervous about the date. 

    Every time I read books a-
    bout alcoholics, I notice I
    have a drink  next  to  me. 

    Not everyone in this room is a liver cell. 

    “Is Ty gay? Oh, okay,
    just wondering because
    I am.” The most casual
    of come-ons, asked in a
    Chick-Fil-A drive-thru. 

    Eye fucking is gross.

    Middle-sexed, a
    snuggle smuggler,
    a naughty biscotti.

    The pillow smells
    like whiskey, like
    her skin and heat. 

    Last night, I dreamt about harvesting crows’ eggs and eating you out. 

  14. The holy trinity: wine, tequila, y rum.