Getting Over Excited W Lights 🙊

here’s a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling

this is what my relationship looks like

I love my baby. 💕

I swear I’m nothing but art.

If I never see you again I will always carry you
inside
outsideon my fingertips 
and at brain edgesand in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck (via bookmania)

I’m really hating the men in my life rn. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Illuminated Ridges by Trevor Anderson