When I Am Dead, My Dearest


When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.”

―Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems


how to kiss a boy

  1. grab his waist
  2. slip your hand in his pocket
  3. steal his wallet
  4. dont even kiss him
  5. just run

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im a really affectionate person once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness

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Sometimes, liking another person is complicated. It is matching up interests, making times for one another, forgetting parts of yourself to make room for theirs. It is money and datenights and elaborately planned meals. It is missing and wondering and thinking about. It is not getting enough but at time, it is also getting too much.

But sometimes, liking another person is simple. It is seeing a smile on their face and feeling a smile forming on yours. It is knowing that they are with you, in the same time and space, and that, sometimes, is more than enough. 


When you wake up and get your period and you’re like “oh that’s why I was crying uncontrollably last night over a jelly bean”

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Jacobs by Marc Jacobs for Marc by Marc Jacobs in collaboration with Marc Jacobs for Marc by Marc Jacobs

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nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.

look pretty, play dirty 💗


i was never jealous of barbie’s body

i was jealous of all the shit she had and that fucking mansion and her pimp ass car and her hot boyfriend

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There are lipstick stains on my capri sun

which lana del rey song is this from

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i’m not “cute” awkward.

i’m “what the hell is wrong with you” awkward.

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I swear at least five of my two friends don’t like me

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