Faking Fine

when someone says something feminist af and you’re like

One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.

carrie fisher isn’t just princess leia. carrie fisher isn’t just an actress we all admire from a famous series of movies made a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. carrie fisher isn’t just another name on the list of shitty things 2016 has done to people i admire.

Donald Trump is pre-llama Kuzco. He would probably throw somebody out a window for “throwing off his groove.” Also he wouldn’t mind kicking people out of their home for his own perfect world.

You know you're in love when

You know you’re in too deep when:

i met you at sixteen. i had red lips, dark eyes, and a mind that was made up. i didn’t want love. i didn’t need anyone. i had stopped searching. you met me at nineteen. you had a ego, a fuck that, kinda thing about you. a stubborn mind. you didn’t want love. you didn’t need anyone. you had stopped looking. we shared two broken hearts. let downs, and lows. a thousand, five hundred miles in between us.  we both deserved better. you talked in a way that a poet falls for. you had me clinging to every word, paused at every comma, stopped at every period. i had you listening, wanting more. you told me about your mom, i told you about my dad. it was 1 a.m. and it seemed like the world stopped. we walked into love. the distance in between us couldn’t block a love like this. it traveled over mountains, roads, the land. it didn’t stop until it was a one way connection. and all we needed was a one way ticket. two years later you still want me. i still need you. we share a full heart. and i am grateful for every break up, for ever turn that seemed wrong. because it led me to the right person. the one i get to keep. and here is the promise we have kept, we would overcome the obstacles. we would always love first. we would never give up. that we would take this distance, and fight. and look where we are baby, you’ve got your flight.

You’re not my ex boyfriend. You were a passing moment, an almost. a maybe one day we’ll be something. But one day never came, you passed by, and ‘almost’ didn’t happen. And yet it feels like something did because I know your favorite songs, what you think about late at night, and how beautiful you thought I was. And I know you knew even more about me. Our story was like an acute angle, a meeting point and then off in different directions. So close and then farther and farther away. We were an almost, maybe, someday.

fuck fuck u