= swallowmewhole.
this is the journal of a cuntfacedfuck. i write languages in music, and dance to paintings. i am amaurotic with 20/20 vision. i am enriched.

Coffee, fabulous friends, erections, and Pulp Fiction. I love nights like these. Filled with my Kitten and sneaky rp texts. I can’t stop dancing on the inside. 



Canada’s response to Russia’s ban on “gay propaganda” via Brilliant Ads 

OH CANADA. Every day I love you more and more.

I know that all of you who are close to me already know this, but listening to Vivaldi again reminds me that violins are the essence of my sexual appetite. 

Cryptic messages ahoy!

I cannot do this anymore. I need to live for me. I need to not be afraid of cleaning the house to find out that you’ve lied to me again. I feel so betrayed and traumatized by it that I can’t sleep. How is this fair?

❝Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.❞
One For Sorrow, C.Barzak (via mapofeighteen)

(Source: delilahmalloy)