Pasta Is An Antidepressant

“Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.”

— Dustfinger; Inkheart. 

what is wrong with being a bimbo? being pretty and not thinking?? seems ideal

just me, her, (the aliens) and the moon

i need to put a slice of moon in my mouth like a cold fruit

"Oh, you're crying?! You're fucking crying, you fucking bitch? You're the one who's hurt? You're the most self-centered, idiotic person I have ever fucking met... You fuck my ex, and you're fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me?!". ⸺Maddy Pérez.

“A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! […] She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.”

— Anne Sexton, from “The Black Art,” published in Poetry (August 1962).

no god complex. only angel complex

Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely!

then you should be under arrest too! 🩷

me: *opens messages* guess i’ll reply later narrator: she didnt

The feminine urge to become an ethereal being not bound by the rules of this world