billion pinky finger filled

Troubadour, horse nomad, and renegade philosopher are the only honourable careers. Ideally, you should be all three in your lifetime.

Not to vagueblog but some of you are definitely the sweetest souls and I think of you fondly

[at the dentist's office, laying down on the fully reclined dental chair as though it were a psychoanalyst's couch] it all started when I was a kid - I lost all my teeth, one by one [abrupt, indecent sobbing]

THE TRUTH: art is inherently manipulative and artists are wicked evildoers who like to power trip off of controlling other people's emotions

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to put no effort into my appearance

Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?

mutuals to sit on the balcony on a summer night with

im so fucking stupid