I hate it when am on a mobile device and I fucking forget that I am on someone’s blog and not my dash and then I scroll like 13 months back reblogging every single fucking thing.

I will look with unglazed eyes
onto this nebulous existence
and I won’t hesitate to cut it
with a knife, unsympathetic to those
who would hinder or impede me.
They are not my life, I am my life.
I cannot imagine not turning over

every last effulgent piece of
this Earth, and so I will
not leave one drink undrunk,
one feeling unfelt, one sigh
unsighed. I will take what this world has
by force; I am here but once, so do not
stop me, block me, weather me in,

it will fail. I am an intransigent
being, uncompromising in my need,
unforgiving in my ways, strident in
my demands. Like a preservative,
feral mother I won’t let the one
I love become victim to famishment,
and I am my child today

I don’t usually do this, but I want to complain. 

My arms look weird. 

I want to lose weight.

I have been vegan for a week and a half and have gained weight and inches. 

How the fuck does that work?

I have a final tomorrow that I should study for but I  am here instead. 

That is my own fault.

My house is dirty. 

I need a haircut.

I have some sort of rash all over my body.

Did I mention my arms look weird?

On the bright side, my boyfriend has a cute butt. 

I really wish that people would realize that there is literally nothing less inconsequential than how beautiful or handsome you are. The only thing you have to worry about is filling your own eyes with beautiful sights and your ears with words that inspire you and surrounding yourself with people who make you better as a person. I like to think of it this way. If people could float around as souls without bodies and everyone could see your true essence as easily as they see your body now, what would you try to make the most attractive to others? Make that the most attractive thing about you now.