FACT: All queers own at least one pair of...
poem to my uterus
eating-poetry: you uterus you have been patient as a sock while i have slippered into you my dead and living children now they want to cut you out stocking i will not need where i am going where am i going old girl without you uterus my bloody print my estrogen kitchen my black bag of desire where can i go barefoot without you where can you go without me by Lucille Clifton
dear tumblr, i love you but it’s a little terrifying that my dashboard sprouted 60+ pages of posts in the last day. think of the environment! this is NOT SUSTAINABLE BLOGGING.
eating dictionaries: i wonder if any seemingly... →
nuditea: [rory and amy wander into the control room] amy: mornin’, doctor. rory: do you have any particular feelings towards breakfast this morning? she can’t seem to decide between waffles and cereal. amy: i just don’t know if— doctor: [runs over, grips her firmly by the shoulders]…
how do you get over someone for good? inquiring minds want to know. i mean, i know she doesn’t waste a second thought on me. i even know i don’t actually want to be with her anymore, or even to care all that much about her—thanks to the power of petulance, she now seems twee & monotonous & generally irritating as fuck, & not even particularly attractive! so why do i...
wordjournal: adjective • rhymes with “thistle fish” • flustered to the point of incompetence
nuditea: yo brave looks great it really really does but dang if i’m not sick of the “carefree, jolly, wacky father and STRICT DREAM-CRUSHING MOTHER” thing hopefully in the actual movie they give more depth to the mother than they have in the trailers i’ve seen so far like the king looks like he’s going to be a super-great and funny character but it just Frustrates me i dunno whatever
Sometimes love sits battered in the face of endless disappointments and...– abellandapomegranate (via kiriamaya)
I was doing an interview once, and this guy goes, “So you must be pretty psyched...– Aziz Ansari, “Are White People Psyched All The Time?” (via loveyourchaos) *gigglesnort*
"if you just *tried*..."
velocicrafter: if you just thought about how much energy it took me to even think about trying if you just thought about how many times I *have* tried & gotten no response if you just thought about the possibility that what I’m saying is the truth & not an excuse if you just considered that maybe your platitudes don’t magickally work for everyone if you just considered the...
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
I, too, have eaten paper from old books. I remember as a girl tearing and eating...– Rosamond Purcell, OWLS HEAD (The Quantuck Lane Press) (2003)