heartshop:

I love writing poetry because it gives me casket pleasure
I can feel my death somewhere far off

Hera Lindsay Bird, ‘Speech Time’

malnedott:

so glad i’m over my self harm issues …

croc-daddy:

ssnowflake:

“No offense but fuck You for using me to make you happy until you felt like you didn’t need me anymore and left me wondering where I went wrong.”

*** 🤪

unpretty:

i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.

(via croc-daddy)