this blog is not a well-curated museum. it's my bedroom & i'm putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall

[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]

i was raised on morals so a lot of shit disgust me.

shoutout to that underlying sense of unease that’s made a home in my bones

‘no one is coming to save you’ okay fine I agree but can I even get a hug at least

I miss knowing what you're thinking And hearing how your day's been Do you think you could tell me everything, darling? But leave out every part about him Right now, you're probably by the ocean While I'm still out here in the rain With every day that passes by since we've spoken It's like Glasgow gets farther from LA Maybe it's supposed to be this way... But, oh my, love I wanna say I miss the green in your eyes And when I said we could be friends, guess I lied I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh but instead I only wish you the best. I wanna say that without you everything's wrong And you were everything I needed all along I wanna say I wish that you never left Oh, but instead I wish you the best.

are we sure the only way out is through? like. are we sure we can't just. go around

who else up learning things the hard way

how they treat u is more important than how much u like them