anne carson’s “the yoke of love” and jeanette winterson’s “the measure of love is loss” and hélène cixous’ “we experience love through the loss it inflicts upon us” and louise glück’s “why love what you will lose? there is nothing else to love”…………..

fresh horrors discovered today at the gym!!! fully set up the smith machine for hip thrusts after waiting fifteen minutes in line for one only to immediately discover that i am about to pee my pants!!

omg y’all!! i just realized i never provided you guys with the fall moodboard. i am so sorry <3 it is forthcoming

i am legitimately so addicted to being a woman in her mid twenties like all i do is listen to one direction take me home yearbook edition album, read yaoi and poetry before bed, go to the club, eat my chocolate strawberry yogurt bowls, have like 1-2 cigs a week maybe as a treat, plot my birthday parties for the next five years, dress up in my polly pocket fantasy closet, philosophize with my girls, dye my hair at home, peruse pinterest and ao3 in the morning like it’s NPR and BBC, tend my friendships like a gentle vine, take my creatine, say no to things i don’t wanna do, mind my business at the gym, raise my cats as a single mother and have a fully developed brain this shit is so awesome. it DOES get better

at the end of it all i’m still me <3 lazy as fuck