The B stands for Banshee

Grief is the love we no longer know where to place. It is proof that something mattered, that something touched you so deeply it still lingers even in its absence. And that’s the cruel beauty of it: grief only exists where love once did.

I'm already making a huge deal about it as we speak!!

I always have a small heart attack when I remember 2/3 of my siblings are seeing and/or dating people.

So you want me to be alone forever?

Yes, preferably. 🙂

if a guy asked me for my daughter’s hand in marriage I’d be like “ew, what the fuck is wrong with you? you want this to be a handshake deal like you’re buying a prize heifer? you’re disgusting, what an objectifying thing to do before asking a beautiful, confident, intelligent adult woman to spend the rest of her life with you… HAHA. just kidding. got you, sonny. go ahead. was a little weird to ask me but I guess you’re still engulfed in the patriarchal fog. do some self-improvement before you become someone’s husband.” and I’m sitting on a rocking chair on my porch in some ratty overalls and a flannel shirt with a banjo on my knee during this conversation

I have no comfort zone. I am always uncomfortable.

Be a teachable individual YOU DO NOT know everything

life is just like you embarrass the shit out of yourself and then you die

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

holy shit is that kate bush

tumblr isn’t a social media site, it’s just my room

big fan of the words fucking and idiot together. fucking idiot. so beautiful its like they belong together

i was jumanji’d too when i was a kid but no one cared

i was also zathura’d. i got both jumanji’d and zathura’d. Statistical impossibility but sad and true