blossoming

firstly, why am I 25 writing on Tumblr still? Oh yeah because I have a lot to bitch about and I don’t think my hand can physically take all of it. I can’t srand Robie sometimes. He literally does not know how to hangout with me. Like spend, real quality time with me. And now I feel so fucking insecure about my tooth because of it. Or lack thereof. Like, I needed reassurance that everything was going to be okay and that I was still pretty but of course I got exactly what I knew to be the truth.. and I know that he was distant today because of it. 

He doesn’t spend quality time with me at all. And now this. My phones broke. My tooth broke. My lifes broke. Great.

craved:

“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.”

— Roman Payne (via quotemadness)

violentwavesofemotion:

“And what the dead may have to say / They say with flowers,”

— Renée Brock, tr. by  Linkhorn and Judy Cochran, from “Black Crosses,”