Person: I hate theatre
Me: ...
Person: I especially hate musical theatre, it's so gay
Me: ...
Person: ...
My Mom: Baking again sweetie? What are you making this time?
Me: Meat Pies


Do not look at me

for this moment will not be the next

I am becoming more

past shedding from my being

do not stamp my existence

for soon the recent will fade from mist

and blow away with wind

crumbling ethereal

here I will be

rooted and still

solid from cold

I am the cocoon

swinging in a whirl of this world

and cracks wound the outer 

for the new to burst through

see this moment

and that will be truth

The taste of alcohol on your breath reminds me I’ll forever be the drunken mistake.


adulthood is just an endless stream of phone calls you don’t want to make but have to

(via the-worst-fucking-blog)

“ I didn’t like my name until you said it.