Damn girl.
(via lesfemmes)
Why are people still having babies
Don’t you realize that there are already not enough parking spaces for everyone as it is?
Don’t you people know there are thousands of children in the abused foster care system?
Don’t you know there are puppies being euthanized?
Is adoption like thrifting for lives?
High thoughts. But seriously. Being pregnant is kind of weird anyway. Why is the American dream to have children of your own? Ehhhhhhhhhh it makes me nauseous a little bit.
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white flamed
Butterflies in my head
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Tickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That’s when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can’t fit the feelings in
Every single nights a fight with my brain
Why’d I say it to her
Why’d i say it to her
What does she think of me
That I’m not what I ought to be
It’s got to be someone else’s fault
I can’t get caught
Cause if what i am is what i am, cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back, because my breasts gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the breast is the yolk yoke and I just made a meal for both of us to choke on
Every single nights a fight with my brain
I just wanna feel everything
I’m gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double king sized bed
We could move it in and I’d soon forget
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe I’d relax; let my breast just bust open.
My hearts made of parts of all that surround me
And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me
Every single nights alright
Fiona Apple
The idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do
the junction
lights off in all the houses
no one there to watch us
Faint light of dawn
I’m listening to you breathing in and breathing out
Needing nothing
You’re honey dipped
You are beautiful, floating clouds, soft world
I can’t feel my lips
I’m going down, I don’t want to change
I’m going down, going down the drain
-Sia
Occasionally I underestimate people.
Occasionally I underestimate myself.
The first time I text messaged I was like 13 years old. I got a new phone, the same kind as my best friend because I was so totally obsessed with her.
I was in the car on my way to Big Bear and I was texting my friends dealer trying to get some weed for the trip.
So if you were to ask me, the answer is yes. I’ve always been a g6.
I haven’t killed myself yet because when I look at pictures of myself as a baby it’s hard for me to imagine that little girl growing up to be as sad as me.
(Source: stonemymind, via lesfemmes)