If you can't be right, be dramatic.

Homie don't play dat.
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeates, “The Mermaid” (via larmoyante)

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“Uh, I’m fabulous, okay? I’m an incredible dresser, I’ve got buckets of money, I’m a hoot and a half, and I’ve got a killer rack.” - Karen Walker

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Me on my way to steal your man

Me on my way to steal your man

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I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities 

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Maybe this is me right now?

Maybe this is me right now?

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You really only understand how drunk you are when you’re peeing


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i love this fucking quote so fucking much

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Today, I ran.

Today, I ran.
And not because I set out to.
I ran because I had to in order to get from dry point a to dry point b with as little rain soaking me as possible. I took my shoes off and bolted down the wet asphalt.
It wasn’t for a long time.
It wasn’t terribly far.
It wasn’t on purpose.
But I forgot that I could run.
I forgot what happens when my brain says, “Go.”
My body g o e s.
I’ve let myself atrophy, decline, become less than by being too much.
I wonder when I will stop.
When will I stop metaphorically running.
I wonder when I will start.
When will I start actually running.
Running toward the things I want.
Running from the things I don’t.
When I will just BE.