June 2013
if jesus died for our sins that means we get to sin more right
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.
” —Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)And on a, realistically, more relevant and important note I LOVE Europe and can’t wait to travel here on my own one day, or maybe even live here.
yes but how old is the sport
So I’m going out of town (Europe! Woo!) so I probably won’t be on here much. Sorry in advance for whatever random shit I have lined up in my queue.
The Chicago Sun-Times lays off its photographers — or as they reported it, “Photo Not Available.”
Because this is just silly.
“Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do it. And by doing it, they’re proven right. Because, I think there’s something inside of you—and inside of all of us—when we see something and we think, “I think I can do it, I think I can do it. But I’m…
If you like someone, tell them. Or just stalk them on every social network and cry yourself to sleep every night. It’s whatevs.
No One to Let You Down // The Head and the Heart
mom said “son i know it’s in your blood, but boy, please don’t run.” when you got no one, there’s no one to let you down.

