I treat my body like a temple. But not like a regular temple like an ancient hedonistic temple dedicated to orgies and substance abuse


(via pearverted)

I wish it was October, and a new year and I could make dirt cake and drink red wine. And I could go sit in the woods under the tallest tree I could find and peer into clay bowls filled with silver and midnight ink. Eat apples with a knife.


“The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.”  
- Jeanette Winterson

Seriously have caused myself pain from too much chocolate cake. I make good cake.

The world is tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.
You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.
Artists aren’t really people. And I’m actually 40 per cent paper mache.
Fairy tales are more than true: Not because they tell us that dragons exist; But because they tell us dragons can be beaten.
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions
If you go home with somebody and they dont have books, dont fuck them.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that i dance like ive got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs.
Too many young folk have addictions to superficial things and not enough convictions for substantial things like justice, truth and love.

This sums up my life pretty well

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