Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
— Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

just found out my mom was bi when she was in high school. that explains it

my little sister just arrived home crying, bawling on and on about how she couldn’t take the stress school was giving her anymore. i asked what happened and she told me that her teachers were threatening to fail her because she couldn’t accomplish all of her requirements in one day when her other classmates passed their unfinished projects just so they could have a grade. she cried and cried until she picked up her things and proceeded to her room to finish her schoolwork in a desperate attempt to submit in late and have her teacher give her a grade. and that’s what disgusts me about school systems nowadays; they push their students to the limit by compressing all the workload all in one seating and require them to submit in perfect and finished outputs worthy of a trophy award. this is why people hate school―not because they’re getting in the hype of rebellious teenage kicks, but because they started out wanting to learn and ended up getting heaps of stress

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
— Leonardo da Vinci

"I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me." ― Ally Carter, Uncommon Criminals

Suddenly had an impromptu photoshoot in my lovely friend’s condo. Took me a while to realize I kinda sorta looked like a thief, so I’m gonna coin this as my Kat Bishop spontaneous-cosplay. 

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
— Sarah Williams

well would you look at that, i’m living without you

I find it funny how “one” could depict both solitude and togetherness at the same time.

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