I like to fork myself

the best part of that story in context is that before they pull out their dicks, hemingway spends the better part of a chapter physically describing fitzgerald in great detail, claiming to be grossed out by him but obviously, obviously uncomfortably attracted

“The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more“ is a hell of a line 

but imagine being in your favorite foreign city, living in a cute, cozy apartment with a lovely view, working at a small bookstore, spending your time at beautiful cofffee shops and libraries, taking long walks, meeting new people that make you feel good, being yourself, finding true love and actually feeling good & fullfilled with your life

One of these days I’m gonna become a full time herbalist and blacksmith and then it’s over for you hoes.

i love asshole fictional men only <3 bc if they were real i’d attack them like a wild animal and tear them to shreds 

some people are like ohh if he was real id kiss him <3 ok well if he was real i would jump on his back like an ape ready to kill 

am i annoying & a lil ugly? yes. but will i let that get in the way of doing what i love and being happy?? also probably yes

A lot ugly*

excuse me the only person allowed to call me ugly is me

this need to “prove” you’re “really” struggling is fcking everywhere

people don’t owe you irrefutable evidence of their hardships. people don’t need to hand you a testimony of their struggle in order for you to take them seriously and you need to get that into your head

head full but i dont even know what’s in there