We are all part of the math.

I wanna be somewhere that is not here, I wanna do something that is not this

HUGE SWOON

(Source: all-is-relative, via fuckyeahfionaapple)

How much does the ability to make money consume your life? what would you do if you could be paid for anything? how would you live if you didn't need money?

crawl out from under the rug, show us what you’re made of

I’m getting the feeling that I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

I’m dying! What could be better than this?

(Source: erotictransference, via fuckyeahnoomirapace)

Am I something, or am I nothing?

stunner.

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m.

how you consumed me with your neediness. how you made sure I could never achieve my true potential and when followed your bad habits you blamed me for my weakness. how you swore you’d be stubborn to keep me at my breaking point. how you told me to keep quiet, keep idle, keep indifferent and when I did those things you told me I didn’t do enough. how you told me to be a queer, to be a feminist was to be an outcast and that you didn’t want me to experience the pain associated with that, but all the while it was you who inflicted the pain just by laying it out piece by piece, word by word.