welcome september!

looking forward to: ????

currently conquering: the return of school

music: fireproof - one direction

well, you know me. i've got so much to say about love.


LINGUAL: of or relating to language (or speech); a mix for language lovers.

"Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye."
― Anne Sullivan in William Gibson’s play, The Miracle Worker.
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"Hats and scarves and knee socks and wearing tights for the first time in months and when the mornings are all chilly and you can see your breath and draw little pictures on foggy windows and plaid stuff and ANKLE BOOTS and not caring when people make fun of pumpkin flavored stuff cause you LOVE IT and are happy it’s all the rage and people who dress their dogs in costumes on Halloween and fires in fireplaces and maroon/hunter green/mustard yellow color combos and baking your first fall batch of cookies but you put too much cinnamon in it because you’re TOO EXCITED BECAUSE IT’S FALL. #heavybreathing"

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childhood aesthetic


distant church bells, imaginary friends, leaves on sidewalks, initials carved into wooden benches, sandcastles, summer 1999, fireflies, cloudless suburban skies, white houses, moonlit soccer fields, recurring dreams, summer afternoon car washes, insects in jars, watercolour paintings, dust and timeless light, scuffed hardwood and gold walls, blue shag carpet, snow forts, indigo music, wide picture windows, slanted walls and hidden doors, maladaptive daydreaming, stabs of joy

HQ Wonderland Outtake


Jonathan Coe, The Rotters’ Club

[can you call yourself a titan]


I am writing a book, and in my book two boys 
and three girls never find
what they’re searching for.
The book is less about wolves
and more about listening to Kanye West
in a black SUV with the boy of your dreams,
only that boy isn’t what you’d hoped
and you’re worse than he imagined.

Meaning: it’s about lambs
that forget they’re lambs
and end up cannibalizing each other.
Writing about men’s pain
is pathetic so I always end up writing 
about cannibalism. That, and girls, and not being white,
and Nike Roshe Runs.

Thesis: boys will run far
before they start needing you again.

Alternate: I am a New York City subway disaster
and you are a mother screaming in the street because your child
has gone missing. I have swallowed your child.
This is not my fault and I will not give him back.

Before class today I was in an expensive apartment
with a man ten years older than I - thirty-two years old -
who wouldn’t buy me Alexander Wang. He was a bad
poet, he told me I was made of stars. I told him he was, too,
only his stars were smaller, with planets incapable
of supporting life. I don’t know why I said it, and neither did he,
but when he dropped me off in front of the law school he said
“You’re a fucking child” and drove off.
I didn’t feel anything about it, I waved at his car and stood
still until Vito, who’s in my Civil Procedure class,
slapped me on the shoulder and walked with me to our lecture.
We sat next to each other at a desk made for two people,
he told me about his commute and Abruzzo, where he’s from;
I told him it sounded nice, and he said we could go together
when we had given up our souls and were both rich lawyers.


i need you to french me into the fucking dirt. need you to actually care about me and i need you to know that i just get tired sometimes. need to think that you are a better person than i am and never say it. need you here with me, on our literal death mattress, lying perfectly still in the middle of every single consecutive and increasingly sober night

thats all i need, because i know no one ever really says what they really mean and i know that there exists a world beneath this one where all the things that get left unsaid become all the things you really want. its my moms basement, but i cant go back

its just u & me, girl. lets wilt into this sleep number and feed off the energy of commercials. lets get really into shows. lets get better at eating food. lets just go through it all together and never stop going through it

i love you like a rabbit loves the fear. said this before, but it bears repeating

i love you like a rabbit loves the fear~
i love you like a rabbit loves the fear~
i love you~


i am ready to die a violent death, heiko julien (2013)
me: i am actually so happy with my life right now for once

next day: *everything fucks up*

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