Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
#but the red mattered #and needed to be remembered #and poetry is how we say ‘this matters and we will remember it’ #poetry does not exist to romanticize; it is not an act of belittlement #poetry is restoration #it returns things to their proper place of importance in our minds #poetry is renewal #it is looking at the blood of the past and saying ‘now let’s create something better’ #poetry safeguards us against forgetting #it goes down our throats like water; it drums like the beating of hearts; it pumps with our blood #it says: this blood is red #like all the blood in all the bloody ends #and there is nothing ‘just’ about that (via x)
Real talk: how can this huge coffee save my ass for four hours of lectures in a row? It can’t. It won’t. Im dying.
wearing a black bra and black underwear cause you’re a fierce bitch
i never want to get married and have kids i want to be 40 and a highly successful director and show up to my high school reunion dressed entirely in yves saint laurent with blood red lipstick and louboutin heels that could penetrate a man’s soft flesh in the current year’s bmw convertible and wear chanel sunglasses the entire time even while indoors so i don’t have to hold eye contact with the little people
one of my favourite Paintings EVER is that one w the 3 version of King Charles’ lookin contemplative bc it reminds me of that tweet of the girl like “So many fakes i can’t even trust myself to be real with me”
is this not Modern art
(Source: cherhrowitz, via cherhrowitz)
How to Grow the Fuck Up: Guides to Life -
I know it can be a nightmare to dig through our tags and see all those asks and not the guides. So here is a handy-dandy list of all our “official” posts (plus a list of relevant asks at the end).
i love and miss leepaceinspace soooo much. I’m glad we skyped and I’m glad we did the quicker catch up ever. have fun with your family, bae. <3333