DESPITE ALL MY RAGE I´M STILL JUST A RAT IN A CAGE

Art lover. Amateur painter, singer and writer. Loves traveling and learning new things. Punk nihilist, adores the beat generation and likes to scream out loud. Knows how to get up and do it herself.

Saying that someone deserves better than you is the poorest excuse you can give. If someone deserves better, be that better person. Be the person they deserve. If they aren’t giving you any reason to not trust them, be vulnerable and trust them. You won’t get anywhere with anyone if you’re not. Push yourself to do new things and find comfort with them while you do it. That’s how you grow and gain experiences in life and with each other. If you’re lucky enough to find someone who makes you want to be a better person, hold onto them and take advantage of every moment.

—(via tr0llop)

(via estrell-as)

Perfect Pussy

—Interference Fits

steadystableerraticconsistency:

i never wanted any children
just a nice apartment with open air
and big windows, and all the flowers
and i could only ever see myself there
yeah, i guess i was too hard for my own good

and then my friends began to fall in love
first with themselves and then with each other
i met my despair at midday light
and it was amazing, and i almost cried
nothing that comes and goes is you
but you can compensate for love’s sake
and say yes, and make something together, something new

in times of roses who amaze our now & here
and friends in dresses, interference fits
a thousand little ceremonies, we admit
we dress up to confront the coming year

there’s something present that wasn’t before

we fade into the background, man
of filtered light where and when we can
and live out a thousand weird lives
in conversations of churches and veils and wives

and it makes me strong and unsinkable
it makes me sick, it makes the water undrinkable
it feels like singing badly in the clear
since we began to dress to meet the year

when did we all decide to give up?
since when do we say yes to love?

he broke in and he’ll take what he can
it burns like a curse and it fits on my hand
a cluster of opals and diamonds and scenes
pay you a penny and stay where i stand
trading the diamonds for some golden band
god, what am i doing with somebody’s son
in the same way a bulldozer studies an orchid
yes, i am a student of the teachings of love

in the same way that shame changes love as we know it
like your body moves into mine and outgrows it
and splits me from mouth down to thigh like a gun
what am i doing with somebody’s son

we knew better, we knew we would break
we gave it until we gave up and we know
that we compensate for love’s sake
now we say yes

and so—