B E L I E V E

We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math.
Bill Yarrow, “Bees in the Eaves,” published in Mad Hatters’ Review (via bostonpoetryslam)

"Uranographia: totum caelum stellatum" Johannes Hevelius, 1687

Andromeda, Aquaris, Aquila, Bootes, Cassiopeia, Draco, Pegasus, Orion

dogapult:

appropriate white culture. dance offbeat at the club. scream at your barista when she doesn’t put enough splenda in your latte. clap at the movie theater when the credits roll. put your child on a leash.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

This is How you Lose Her, Junot Diaz  (via passionnedenoir)
northmiamigoon:

an empty fridge

northmiamigoon:

an empty fridge

melongorl:

yungkawaiiinigga:

deebott:

anal-beats:

lmfaooooo

She’s so important

what this girls nameon vine somebody send me a message

_summerella_

JESSE, JESSE PICK UP THE PHONE
Walter White in any given episode (via rodartequayle)

fuckoffcats:

you cant spell school without i want to stab myself

my-opossum-is-awesome:

I want to be her color.

my-opossum-is-awesome:

I want to be her color.