April 2012
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Kohl is the New Ballpoint
While taking a shower, I use eyeliner to write myself reminders for things I need to do later. Bathroom tiles make excellent post-it notes.
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like...
– Buddy Wakefield (via handgrenade2)
Because you ‘know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.’ And that makes all the difference.
(via talltattooedtexasgirl)
God. Damn.
(via andeventhis)
That reminds me of a quote I’ve always loved from Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Bitch: In Praise of...
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Wallpaper and Other Forlorn Furnishings
My grandfather died. Johny was a teetotaler, a Quaker, and a farmer. I’m not really sure what to do with myself. Somehow, eating goat cheese* in his memory doesn’t seem as satisfying as the whiskey we had when Boyfriend’s grandfather died last November.
Because I’m not very good with being serious about death, but I don’t want to be disrespectful or inappropriate...