"you got the luck of a Kennedy"
Drinkin' whiskey and howlin' at the moon.
muggle(s) being curious
I wanted to dress like a boy AND a girl. I’m going to take you on a date as either or so
I miss this hair color and look etc etc
pretty girl being pretty <3
thank you thank you thank so much forever ever ever thank you
sometimes I want to bang my fists on marble until my knuckles are raw to the bone and howl at the moon.
other times I want to breath fire and smoke and be built from brimstone
and then fill my body with flowers and light
I don’t want to be possessed ever because my bones will bend and break to reshape into claws that are wickedly ruthless.
i don’t know I don’t know how am I supposed to pick a career when wolves run in my head and fire flows through my veins
I just want roses upon my head and endless adventure and a love that feels free
sometimes I get such a rush of intense visualization on all of my senses that I feel beyond alive and mildly whole. For example, one time recently at the museum of fine arts Houston we were looking at pieces in the impressionist exhibit that was showing and the piece I was looking at was a vase of flowers but I moved my hand up to brush a stray hair from my cheek and the perfume I was wearing was the scent of peonies and it was just like — bam — I could smell the flowers and felt totally disconnected with the reality of the museum and transported to another place entirely and then it was gone. whatever
Also I have the taste of hades upon my tongue and can barely hold my wildness at bay
—Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via safeinyour-skin)