A very special thanks to all those who have been showing me/my poetry some love these past couple of days. I really appreciate it.

shittyexgirlfriend:

tthhee ppaarrttyy // justice ft. uffie

FUCK YEAH UFFIE

Dystopian sci-fi moment of the day: as soon as I started pumping gasoline at the local carwash/convenience store/what have you, a little screen starts playing this weirdly aggressive mix of showbiz TV and news soundbites. Like, the act of pulling the trigger to the nozzle is what activates the screen. It made my stomach drop out.

realindevelopment:

she doesn’t care
whether or not he’s an island

cake italian leather sofa

addendum to the death list: I would love to have my skull dipped in gold and made into a bong, post-mortem

• target of political assassination
• drowned in sriracha sauce
• politically-motivated sriracha sauce drowning
• murdered by a time-traveling future self
• blaze of glory
• “blaze” of glory: asphyxiating from smoking tons and tons of weed
• thrown into volcano by supervillain
• eaten by shark
• dragged to hell in demon summoning ritual gone awry
• made into vampire and staked by celebrity vampire hunter

The last time I went to NYC,

my friend left me alone

for nine hours.

That relationship is over,

but I got to know the city. It smiles

like someone who hasn’t told their family

that the illness is terminal.

I like you best

when your hands are tacky

with pollen, and my hands

in the thick darkness

of your hair.

(via aloofshahbanou)

bigallymcdeal:

props to u if you know exactly who you like, or exactly why you like them, or just generally if your sense of attraction isnt an amorphous fluid that seeps into the most annoying crevices of your social interactions