CHAMPAGNE VEINS

the bags under my eyes are prada

Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular.

—Joseph Campbell (via jdvlla)

(Source: artvevo, via ooakigor)


A student tweeted about a test, and the next day it was the teacher’s desktop background. 

A student tweeted about a test, and the next day it was the teacher’s desktop background. 

(via rebelhooker)

Nothing about this is poetry anymore.
There is a week’s worth of mail
lying on my doormat
and I change my sheets every morning
because I forget that red wine looks
like blood after a night of drying
and I cannot help but think of your hand
on the back of my neck
like a breath, like two.
I don’t eat until my mother says grace
from across the phone line
but I don’t believe in anything but sinning.
I call into the other room when Friends comes on,
listen for the echo of no one there,
listen for the echo of I’m alone in this house,
hum through the opening credits like
they’ll join me when they’re ready.
Nothing about this is poetry anymore
and I wish someone would walk in on their own,
blow the dust off the mantel,
read stray pages of my books and
dog-ear one for later.
I wish someone would
stay for dinner and leave after,
turn back at the door and yell,
I’m going out, but I’ll be back.
I’ll be back.

Don’t Wait Up | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

(via backshelfpoet)

oscob:


You don’t have to look like this.

Banksy strikes the masses with the kind of insight that a 14 year old girl on tumblr has

oscob:

You don’t have to look like this.

Banksy strikes the masses with the kind of insight that a 14 year old girl on tumblr has

(via lo-sangeles)

thefrights:

"Kids" by The Frights

Trying to hide the feeling that I’m never leaving home
Everybody wants me dead but I just wanna be left alone
Have you ever felt the pressure building in your brain
Growing up is suicide and its driving me insane

I hate my mom and dad
You told me you were sad
We left our homes at last
I miss my mom and dad

Now that they’re all gone I see that I never wanted this
All the things I talked about they didn’t add to shit
Have you ever felt the pressure building in your brain
Growing up is suicide and its making me insane

I hate my mom and dad
You told me you were sad
We left our homes at last
I miss my mom and dad

(via thefrights)