here we are:

hungry?

(we ordered lots more btw)

oh, and i had it with these awesome people:

and then we watched Rise of Planet of the Apes and it was actually good (though the poster just needs some changing, really)! 

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She scratched red marks on her shoulder blades as if her nails sowed the seeds for wings. Scars skin deep, cuts. Her skin stretched ever so slightly, you could almost spot a feather harvesting in those shoulder blades. One morning, she’d wake up with a warm sweat. Blood painted her bed sheets in an outward motion. An angel in her sleep, being tortured to awaken in her body’s red wine into the first world.

-Gabrielle Quiwa

genius.

sometime around midnight:

Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

pain(less):

let the stars burn out and crumble into dust. when the rain keeps pouring like the tears from your weary eyes, and your body trembles with the pounding of your heart with thoughts that plague your mind and threaten to tear your soul apart. you lie awake with a war inside your head while the world sleeps in silent oblivion through your darkest days. your pain rages to escape but your lips give nothing away but the sighs of the dead and the cries of the agonized. you are alone in the midst of the battlefield numbed by despair.


you think there is nothing left for you,
and so you take your life.