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Twenty something. Boston for now. I like bacon too much and pants too little. Redundancies are cool as well.


if my man can’t peel some longan, lychee, or rambutan then he ain’t my man


16:06 pm    2 notes
5 July 2014

Everyone keeps asking me
what I’m doing with myself,
how I’m passing the time,
what I’m doing with my legs now
that they’re not swinging on the
train to your place.
I am waiting for you to come back to me, that’s what I’m doing.
I am waiting for you to pick up the phone
and call me.
I am pulling teeth.
I am plucking them one by one
and trying to forget what they looked
like pressed into your shoulder
or clinging to your neck.
The truth was an ugly thing
that I kicked out of our bed,
only to watch it climb back in
and take you from me.
I think you’re a coward
for letting it.
I think I could have loved you
better than anybody,
and I can’t stop making lists
of all the times I almost told you that.
That’s what I’m doing.
I’m twisting our story until
it stops remembering you
just so I can sleep at night.
But I’ll always be here,
hands like a broken record that skips
at the sleepless night before you
crawled back into yourself for good.
Just know that I’ve been waiting.
Know that you’re the first time I ever
swallowed my pride and then spit
it back up.
I hope you remember what your
bed felt like with me laying
honest in it.
That is what brave looked like.

Caitlyn Siehl, Waiting   (via cattybitch)

(via 5ft1)


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4 July 2014


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4 July 2014


23:30 pm      46,441 notes
4 July 2014

HAPPY I DON’T CARE TO CELEBRATE THE INDEPENDENCE I DON’T HAVE AS A BROWN PERSON, BUT I JUST SHOWED UP FOR A HOTDOG DAY!!!!

(Source: black--lamb, via theforeground)


23:28 pm    317 notes
4 July 2014

wondering when the holidays and
milestones will stop reminding me of you cos as of late there’s been plenty of them and I’m done with feeling down


23:25 pm    1 note
4 July 2014


2:24 am     82,211 notes
4 July 2014

floozys:

vagina’s are able to stretch wide enough to give birth to a fucking baby and then return to it’s original size but of course being penetrated by that grass blade you call a penis is what’s going to make it “loose”

(via ha-na)


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4 July 2014


2:24 am      7,983 notes
4 July 2014

I just wish I knew why you meant so much to me if we weren’t going to be together anyway.

It’s Almost Like It Didn’t Matter (#446: April 25, 2014)

Written for: D

(via write2014)


2:23 am     631 notes
4 July 2014

boyirl:

Lauren Rauren

2:23 am      24,658 notes
4 July 2014

s.t.