stoked & broke

"My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn." — Louis Adamic

I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate.

An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via ttenthousandwordss)

I have to unpack and repack my entire life before Saturday but I really just want to veg out and watch law & order

so my grandmother was telling us about how this sheriff she knows paid a prostitute $300 for a blow job and my sister goes “that’s a lot for a blow job” and my grandmother goes “well that’s what I thought but then I thought about penis and was like nope” and started shrieking with disgust. she then started making comments about the guy like “he’s all big and I bet it’s hairy EWWWWWWW” and then “I wonder how much you’d have to pay me…I don’t think you could” and then, 100% seriously, “I bet I know who the prostitute is” and now we’re joking about how the halfway house she used to run is actually a brothel

casual table conversations with the gma

jenn-mouse:

I’ll truly always love her fuckyeahmichaelmoscovitz

Childish Gambino

—Heartbeat

"Are we datin’? Are we fuckin’?

Are we best friends? Are we something, in between that?

I wish we never fucked and I mean that.

But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.”

(Source: gays---anatomy, via total-carnage)

Modest Mouse

—Satin In A Coffin

▹modest mouse || satin in a coffin

Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God, I sure hope you are dead.

(Source: kk-ann, via skittering-cyborg)