My Ladder to the Stars

I saw a 1837 obituary say that a woman left behind “two interesting children” am wondering if that was an insult to her kids or they were genuinely cool

God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.

"what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins" is honestly the thing I needed to hear today

wanna kiss someone so filthy you can see the string of spit and their fucked out eyes when we pull apart

It's not a want it's a need

lets out one truly pitiful little whimper & then goes back to doing fucking whatever

if I ever tell you “lmk what you think if you read/play/watch it!” I am firmly inviting you to send me a play by play minute by minute cataloguing of your thoughts about The Thing

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

I love environmental storytelling

Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people