50 posts!
Yet none of you bitches interact you hoes
If you are so keen on hating me,
Please hate me only in the mornings.
For I know you dream of me every night,
And I would rather slit my throat every single day
than to be a nightmare to you.
— Clementine Von Radics, from Courtney Love Prays to Oregon (via lunamonchtuna)
How the fuck do writers do what they do?
How many of you would read a romance wattpad Novel of an indian princess and her Pakistani Knight running away together??lmk
"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.
I hate how pretty I look when I cry.
More so, I hate how I love how wonderful my red nose , red cheeks, and slight swollen eyes make me look. All that makeup and I would never achieve this.
It's like my face is mocking me, you bloom here in sadness as you belong here in sadness.
I need Ghibli therapy where some utter magic nonsense happens to me and it’s all very weird but there’s some nice people and when it’s over I come out of it a more complete person
Moloccan Electus is one of my favourite red parrots 🤌 it's like you read my mind! I love the red against the green✅❤😩
a moluccan eclectus for @hanamal1k !!
“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”
— Tunisian Proverb
I love myself- I love myself so much. But it gets lonely when it just me, just me who loves me.