I guess I’m just going to look at you and say “Who are you? I don’t even know you.”  I’ll say it to every single one of you. 

At the end of a shapeshifting rope. It’s so difficult not to feel defeated. I’m crawling on my teeth, pulling myself across the floor with my maxilla. And I fucking hate you. 

Maybe rage is all I have left to fuel the continuation of myself. 

(Source: cocoaaaaa, via grossmagic)

“Percussian, salt and honey,
A quivering in the thighs;
He shakes me all over again,
Eros who cannot be thrown,
Who stalks on all fours
Like a beast.”
—Sappho (via black-train)
vintagegal:

Marian Marsh in The Mad Genius (1931)

vintagegal:

Marian Marsh in The Mad Genius (1931)

grandmafuckaunicorn:


✞sorry god, my grandma did it✞
thegirlcantdance:

WHY WHY WHY
grandmafuckaunicorn:


✞sorry god, my grandma did it✞
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