pretty-muchalive - Tumblr blog

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

A partir de cierta edad uno se conforma simplemente con estar tranquilo en casa, comer una rica comida y poder dormir de corrido.

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

[pretty-muchalive]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

[pretty-muchalive]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[pretty-muchalive]

let's rearrange; i wish you were a stranger i could disengage.

[pretty-muchalive]

No one can give me what I want, for that I would have to be born again.

[pretty-muchalive]

[pretty-muchalive]

i can not believe how much doing the bare minimum stresses me out

[pretty-muchalive]

stuck in place i don’t wanna lead myself astray i don’t really wanna be myself today i can’t compete with disarray

so, what’s the point when i can’t sort it out?

[pretty-muchalive]

“I want to see God’s face, to lick the white of his eye, to order / him to die for me again.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Crime and Punishment,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod