How do you escape when you’re running from your own mind?

If they don’t need you, it’s okay, you do not live for other people.

—(via zaeynmalik)

(Source: hardigan-miku, via memoriesofanostalgic)

I pack light.

I pack light.

So my mom looked like a mermaid this morning

So my mom looked like a mermaid this morning

Take, I begeth thou

As an adult those kool-aid things taste like disgusting liquid sugar. I have five and a half left, any takers?

I should not be allowed to grocery shop alone

I should not be allowed to grocery shop alone

I live for the crisp air, the fallen leaves, and the better days.

I live for the crisp air, the fallen leaves, and the better days.

Tonight the saucer and tea cup be wed. Sip slowly and relish life, but be afraid. If you spill what’s inside, you will burn

My musings

"Rap and bitches, rappin’ bitches, bitches and rappin’, rappin’ and bitches"

This is my favorite line from Drake’s Underground Kings.  Cool, right?

Hello.

I just ended my day by eating the most delicious corn on the cob, ever. With the salt shaker perched nearby (so as to apply constant seasoning) and one hand bracing my famished body on the counter I tore into that little cob. He was so delicious.

Bring on Life

Oh God, I missed this feeling.

When you logged calories on myfitnesspal, but then changed your mind and didn’t eat them. And now you’re too scared to go and delete them in fear that seeing it will make you want it again..

—My life is one big vicious, and ridiculous, cycle

Brian Doyle, in his short story Pop Art, writes:

To them you are a stone who has always been and will always be.  When they are ill they shrivel.  To father them is not a brief noun but an endless verb that exhausts, enrages, edifies, elevates, and educates.  I am a thinner and grayer man than I was; and closer to joy. 

My father turned fifty-one this month.  He has been my stone, for years, and has grayed before my brown eyes. 

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY