oh YES. all kinda gypsy glory.
(Source: partytights, via luxuryjones)
oh YES. all kinda gypsy glory.
(Source: partytights, via luxuryjones)
learning this more than ever now. holding steady, pushing myself.
(Source: geeklives, via catblue)
————-ROUGH DRAFT ROUGH DRAFT ROUGH DRAFT————-
Some go out like the click
of a cheap lock on a bathroom
door: guilty, withheld. Some go
out with defenses whittled
to a point—fine and sharp as shards
of diamond, misleading in their luster. To these
I say: here are my scorched fingers and my blood
stained hands. I have stolen both valuables and hearts,
and always, I run. I have locked my door at sunset
to sleep before an alter of orange peels and amber.
They say that Scorpios are the best lovers and also
the most wayward, and here I am again, tangled
in the spiny underbrush of my motives. Flush
it out. Burn sage to cleanse the spirits.
There is only one way to peace.
The world is a dimly lit opera stage
and the public, a sweating, bulbous
soprano. Watch her open her mouth,
baring teeth and porous tongue.
Flick match as catalyst and locate
flammable velvet.
Drop the small torch.
Be born again.
-Aumaine Gruich
god i’m so crazy, baby i’m sorry
that i’m misbehaving, i’m your little harlot,
starlet, queen of coney island
raising hell all over town
lana del rey - off to the races
god damn she’s too good.
:)
srsly. ugh. *settles for dumping paprika all over raamen and crying*
for the rest of my life, I want to be surrounded by people who share my idea of reality and are close enough to see my illusions and help me break them down. true intimacy. currently, I want clarity and hard work and quality writing and decent paychecks—all of which I need to stock up on in order to run away from everything Ohio (soon).