Today on Social Anxiety Theatre: mentally rehearsing elaborate justifications for completely innocuous actions just in case some hypothetical interlocutor demands an explanation.
veins of stone under frozen fields
and a sky like a marbled bruise.
You cracked open the ribs of my youth
and sucked the marrow dry -
and I hope you tasted hemlock,
deceptive and sweet on the roof your mouth.
|—||S.H.P. “To the Boy Who Taught Me to Hate” (via fountainpensandkeyboards)|
Why people ask me shit like “how was work?” or “how is school?” like work is work, school is school, I would rather be on a yacht right now while gettin some dick but here I am
i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one
|—||J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via boyoatmeal)|
i aspire to get to that level of hot where my hair looks like shit and i smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes but i still look fine as hell
SHOTS FIREDDamn that turned innocent to calling out sexism real fast
But the best thing is that it wasn’t planned, I think that’s why I love livestreams so much. There’s no editing so it’s just them.
*bangs fist on table* I WANT COLD WEATHER