steelplatedhearts:

Alternate title for The Great Gatsby:

I Am Uncomfortable With Your Personal Drama And I Want To Go Home: The Nick Carraway Story

Almost ten thousand people completely missed the point

(via sapphisms)

I’ve been working since the age of ten. I don’t know a life without work and responsibility. I work full time at a coffee shop, I have a second job at a nightclub, just recently I had another job in retail.

All of it was to just rack up money so I didn’t have to work anymore, but im just wasting away. I need and deserve a break.

one minute
thats all i have
to write this

before i leave you
must know why
its all a mess

there is a scald i left
on my backhand
because i left

a pot of hot water
alone i am
in so much pain

too much to write
in only that
one minute.

Body lies
on the floor, its mine.
My little white lying
body on specked
tan linoleum, like sunspots
on a wasp.
I hum and I coo,

I am the Siren singing to you,
I barf and I chew
my words like a southern Belle.
I am the damsel in distress,
and you my lassoing cowboy,
but I want to be tied to the tracks.

Dont save me, I do not want it,
I have a sack of lemons for lemonade
and I have to go home.
I am naked, I do not want to be,
I have to go home.

But you, little white rabbit,
dazzle me with your tricks and mischief,
with your kind kind malice
so I coo for you,
I part my legs for you
and still say no.

I get upset when people call me too young because im eighteen then I think about it

And I would never date an eighteen year old because I think thats too young.

So I just proved their point.

So gravity pulls forces towards the center of the earth, including the mass of people which is why we are not floating around unfortunately. Just clearing that up if there were any doubts.

Anyway I was wondering if the weight of people over a long time or the weight of mountains or oceans or what have you could cause like major depressions on the earth’s crust? Like say major cities like New York or Paris or London or Tokyo or São Paulo (I love to ramble). Can they eventually become extremely deep? Like sink down into the crust of the earth?

Oh, boo,

the clouds mock the sun

in thick polyurethane.

Their booms burst

while I lay on my hammock

and I think on their sound—

the crack of a bullwhip,

the breaking of wet drift-wood

a broken femur.

Police sirens try to scream

over the lashes,

the splashes of hail-sized raindrops

join in cacophony,

the tires shriek off in the distance—

some distance I won’t see,

behind my black-picket fence—

as I lay on my hammock 

in the mid of April.

I don’t recall it

ever having been so grey before.

Rain should spot-light the reds

and ceruleans, the forest

greens jealous of bedewed grass blades.

But as I lay in my hammock,

rain flooding it and my body

too, the mute gulp of it all

deafens me with rain 

and thunder. I can’t speak or touch—

it’s too loud now—,

my chuffs from this cigarette

a mute train in a silent film—

all ash and smoke up up to the thick

plastic clouds; trapping

all of it in and baking like bread.

Where have you gone

or been to,

I cannot see

beyond the black pickets, o bird,

o you, elusive as lace, grin on your

beak as rain

weighs you down down,

your wings rumpled in gravel

and Bird, you lie

there with mouth ajar

catching rain like a gutter.

my boss hit me square in the temple with a mop at full force today and i think she takes mopping way too seriously

In order to regain my altruism, I wanted to do something for humanity. So I’m folding two hundred paper cranes and I would love if you guys gave me some of your wishes! These wishes will be written on the backside of the paper so its like you’ll have your own wish on a fancy little crane, which will hang from my ceiling on a thread so it’ll be like they’re always in flight to grant your wish. It’s a dumb quirky idea but I really wanted to redecorate my room and I was going to do it anyway… So why not!

Hey look whoring my instagram

Someone recommend me a song to learn on the piano s’il vous plaît

Remember when ratchett was a thing can I bring it back

I’m so fed up with people. I’,m tired of my expectations that are never met, I’m tired of the general obliviousness people have, I’m fucking tired of the lack of empathy the world seems to employ on its inhabitants. I’m so tired of waiting for someone to come and fucking hold out a hand to help me. I’m tired of doing every single thing in my life alone. And even as I write this I know no one’s going to care, no one’s going to give a shit, no one’s going to know what’s actually wrong, or even bother to ask what’s wrong. At the same time, if they do, it’ll be because I said no one would, so it would be them asking to make me feel better, not because they actually have a will to know what the fuck is wrong. I’m so angry. I’m angry because I put all my faith in people. I trusted my life in the hands of everyone else, and not one person acknowledges me.