He loves me, he loves me not, we are taught to say, as we tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration. Eviscerate me, we mean to say, and I’ll tell you the truth.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via bluebeardsbride)
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if I wrote a dystopian novel where the corrupt evil megacorporation that controls society has a fucking smirk for a logo, my editor would tell me to use a less heavy-handed metaphor
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when you have a bad childhood god makes you hot in your 20s
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cute date idea: we go to a botanical garden. you point out a flower and i immediately eat it
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And I was afraid of the days that were nevertheless flying by mercilessly. Honey and Clover.
So so busy….have a good weekend!
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Seduce me with your gardening knowledge
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My life isn’t the way I want it to be yet but I appreciate it and I am learning everything I need to so I can have the life I want someday
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