“
call
your
grandmother.
mother.
a
bitch.
hoe.
slut.
dumb cunt. in that order.
to
her face.
watch her spirit leave her body.
watch her fall into herself.
take pride in your aim. your precision.
stay.
grab a plate.
eat what remains of her.
that is what you do
to
women
who are not yours everyday.
i am speaking to men and women, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
whoa…
(via queenpoetic)
(via animran)
“
Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge.Olivia Laing, “Me, Myself and I” (via larmoyante)
“I realize we can control our ideas, which are nothing, but not our emotions, which are everything”
“
She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims.The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy (via felicefawn)
(via meeresgruende)
This is where I waste vast amounts of valuable time.
Lots of stuff.
Sometimes I write things.
My name is Chloé.
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