March 2012
the cinnamon peeler's wife: (116) →
clavicola:
A star slit its throat on the moon tonight, bled over its white basin and watched the color drain from its skin.
My English teacher calls those who read poetry sensitive, so maybe it’s not my fault that the smallest things break me, not my fault that even my blood cells are…
“we should get rid of unpaid internships. The children of the new upper class...”
– GOOD does not pay its interns. It should! (via amandahess)
dats true
(via beccaglass)
preach. fuck unpaid internships
(via televisionismygirlfriend)
seriously
(via freibiergesicht)
efforts
spindrift:
morning love coiled in each other’s sleep you kiss my forehead i kiss your forehead your nose your cheek it’s dark the sun creeps in and we’re wrapped like presents for each other in each other arm, arm, leg, leg tangled like satisfied shoelaces knots of “i love you”s in whispers and sighs groans of delight nuzzles and cuddles you are my pleasure plight.
A wise girls knows her limits, but a great girl...
