Revenge of the garden gnomes

A mermaid found a swimming lad, picked him out for her own, pressed his body to her body, laughed and plunging down, forgot in cruel happiness, that even lovers drown.

I used to meet him outside the library
For coffee
For smokes 
For sharing our poetry
I would read mine and he would read his
And he was the greatest motherfucking poet I knew
And I knew a few
Better than Bukowski
Better than Salinger
Better than Murakami
Something about the way he wrote both broke your heart and fixed it
But then he got a job
Found a house
And a woman 
And that was the death of the greatest poet I knew
I don’t go to the library anymore

I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.

—SonneillonV (via albinwonderland)

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If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.

—Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via nobodygives)

(Source: niiiiiicolaaa, via kaleidoeyez)

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

—Aldous Huxley (via miel-doux)

(via d-hyana)

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morning after

thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched

 by Lindsay Bottos

“I washed your lips away.”

(via oktoberkind)