inkskinned:

“I hate how so many people think I’m beautiful because in reality, I struggle with self hate.”

inkskinned:

I hate how so many people think I’m beautiful because in reality, I struggle with self hate.”

I tell her how isolated I feel and how lonely I am and hungry and tired and she says ‘oh.’

James Simon Kunen, The Strawberry Statement (1970)

(Source: larmoyante, via mobywhite)

you have no idea
how much sound is inside me
(I think that’s a good thing)

Sierra. I’ll never say it right.

We are standing in Toledo, in dry museum light.
I’m pressing my hands against the stained glass

of the wrong century.

James Allen Hall, from “The Saw” (Four Way Review)

(Source: fourwayreview.com, via kdecember)

anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

(via the-young-writer-gg)

student: can i borrow a pencil
teacher: i don't know, CAN you?
student: yes, also colloquial irregularities occur frequently in any language and since you and the rest of our present company understood my intended meaning, being particular about the distinctions between "can" and "may" is purely pedantic and arguably pretentious
inkskinned:

"He finally told me he loved me.”

inkskinned:

"He finally told me he loved me.”