MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING ON THIS SITE.
sooo you both get burned in the end
you did NOT
HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY MOTHER IN THAT TONE OF PUN
"- Galway Kinnell (via kushandwizdom)
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love."
Apparently it’s national dog day so here’s my clean puppy. 💜 #kotadog
"Chloe hated puberty.- Chloe the Zombie, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
Ever since her body started changing,
everyone looks at her like a meal to be devoured.
She is not allowed to play football anymore.
Her clothes fit differently now. Her body demands to be seen.
Her hips are an ever expanding universe. Her chest
a mountain range men wanted to claim as their own.
Two weeks ago she looked down and saw blood
slowly booming and ruining her white skirt.
And her heart, her heart
wild like untamed horses stampeding
through her veins.
Chloe hated this new body.
How it changed without her permission,
bled, softened, rid her
of her own innocence.
And just when it couldn’t get any worse…
The Zombie Apocolypse happened.
Suddenly there was chaos! Riots in the street!
People were looting. Evacuations were ordered in every major city.
The President ate the first lady’s face on national television!
And ever since that dude attacked her
in a Blockbuster video, Chloe doesn’t feel shit.
Her body doesn’t change for anyone.
Sure, she may lose an eye, or an arm,
but it’s all in her relentless quest for brains.
Now, instead of chasing down Jason Prestin
To accidentally “Bump into him” on the way to his locker,
Chloe eats brains.
Instead of shrinking her body away from the grown men
Who look at her like a cherry they can’t wait to eat up
Chloe eats brains.
Her body is green and ambered over and her heart
Is resting in the stomach of whoever tore it from her chest
Between the science fiction aisle and the comedy aisle.
Now, Chloe is not afraid, Chloe is in control.
You do not devour Chloe. Chloe devours you."
"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."- Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via awelltraveledwoman)
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she helped first years find their way.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she pursed her lips in just the right way when second years tripped over each other in the halls—and escorted them to the Infirmary besides.