(via dailydishonesty)
There is abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING left for me here.
It’s high time for me to leave this place.
There is so much clarity I can’t help but (tell myself to) be happy.
I can’t be more excited. I’m not even fucking mad.
How foolish it must be for me
That even in my dreams
You still tug on my heart strings
(via culpes-vulpes)
wow what a nightmare. nope. not taking shit from anybody. even if you were a possible future employer. by all means, shove it.
"Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours."
Baz Luhrmann, Everybody’s Free
(Source: excisions, via i-lomo-you)
I knew you’d find your way back eventually
happy 420
Change
I have outgrown them all, and one by one,
These loves I took so mightily from the heart
Before you came; the dolls that overran
My childhood hours and taught me fairy act;
The book I ravished with censored score;
Music that like delirium burned my days;
The golden calf I fashioned to adore
When lately I forsook the golden phrase
And then I shall outgrow this love of you
Sooner or later I shall put away
This jeweled ecstasy for something new
Brand me not fickle on that fatal day;
Bereft of change that is my drink and bread,
I would not love you now - I would be dead
— Angela Manalang Gloria, 1907
