Vagena.

I'm a man with many dreams, i've seen them all fall straight to the bottom.

Your room is not your prison. You are.

—Sylvia Plath (via kraujas)

(via cj-sewers)

pizza:

how many times is it appropriate to say ‘what’ before you nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said

(via see-the-world-through-my-eyes)

I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
because, because
well,
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart.

—If I Left You a Voicemail, This Would Be It (Shinji Moon)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via nightbears)

improving-for-good:

why weigh yourself when you could set yourself on fire then roll in broken glass and feel the same way

(via cj-sewers)

I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.

—Sage Francis (via furples)

(Source: seabois, via cj-sewers)