• Track Name

    Seether

  • Album

    American Thighs

  • Artist

    Veruca Salt

I try to rock her in my cradle
I try to knock her out
I try to cram her back in my mouth, yeah

ok, ok, ok… i’ve got this terrible habit of letting that stupid noise in my head tell me i’m not good enough, not fast enough, not worthy enough. shut it, noise, i have shit to do. like run bout.

would it be nice?

what would it be like if i thought i was pretty
what would it be like if i carried that knowledge around
like i do the knowledge that i am a writer
pretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty like the child i was
would i speak to you differently
would i be healthier less stressed
less worried
would i buy more shoes or fewer
would i be more or less afraid
of death would i find something else
to hate about myself
would i get this jealous
when your eyes aren’t touching me
in this city of movie star beauties
would i be able to write such raw and seductive words
would you have fallen in love with me sooner
would i have frightened you away
before you had the chance? 

― Francesca Lia BlockHow to (Un)cage a Girl

what the hell happened to rubberrings?

good question. i don’t know. like, a lot. and nothing. and why the fuck did my battery cable die on me????

let’s begin…

you ever hear of The Boy? the boy is in love. he "don’t need, don’t eat, don’t sleep, [he’s] in love again…" except, you know, girl. and what can i say? i dropped the shoe. the chancla. the heel. whirlwind romances, I think they write books about these things. but whatever – the point is… I’m remembering now what it’s like to be with someone, to love someone truly, madly, deeply… and all that wheepy mcweepy, lovey mclovey shit and as it goes, i’ve been catching myself slipping up on things. forgetting more than usual and if you know me that’s saying something. Letting go much too quickly. And just truly, allowing myself to be happy.

wait, so does that mean now that she’s happy and in love, she feels like she can stop posting? Damn, she’s one of those girls!” ……some say. But no! not truly. Not really. Not intentionally.

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