#girlblogging i guess

[newwavesylviaplath]

i would perform the most sickening perverse psychosexual acts on this man crawling on all fours treating me like an inanimate object spitting in my face wearing a shock collar anything he wants i'll do.

[yourgothgirldowntown]

I don't chase I attack

[honeysucklelips]

[menrstinkyy]

I felt butterflies in my coochie when a man held the door open for me and smiled I am not well! IMGONNAGETCARPETBURNONMYPUSSY

[fiftiesbbydolldress]

[mistysshawl]

summertime depression is a bitch.

[minsdesire444]

how beautiful it is to be alive the same time as music and nature and all things divine

[shinydreamtacoprune-blog]

do you ever just

[princesspop]

I hate ovulating so much, I just wanna get fucked over a counter in a miniskirt but at the same time I want to ride a man till he is whining pathetically underneath me.. WHO SAID THAT

OH MY LORD..

[sweetbbyfawn]

♡— the way this isn’t even a quarter of my music taste 😭😭

[newwavesylviaplath]

kat dennings, one of my top style icons

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[anaelsnow]

winter break's over and I'm already skipping school #yolo

[cigarettefawn]

is it just me or is it weird how sabrina carpenter over sexualizes everything and herself a lot?? and it’s even weirder how she’s gotten more popular because of it ?

[jo-the-cosmic-being]

I MIGHT have a thing for commanders…

[sleeeplessnesss]

[cigarretteluvr]

I'm a firm believer that there's nothing more to life besides being in love. I love being in love, there's no real feeling like it. Except dancing, which I'm no good at.

Me and dancing have had a horrible relationship my whole life: It's the one thing I don't think I'm good at or ever could be. I did dance class in high school and look back at the footage shocked at my bravery and ignorance. I blame it on my height; tall girls are notoriously bad (or at best awkward) at dancing.

But I love dancing, as foolish as I look doing it. It's my favorite thing in the world to do. Though my ego holds me back from doing it very often, or very sober. A night out dancing is better to me than sex (which, I guess, could be a dance if done with the right person). It's better than drugs. Better than success or revenge or any worldly thing imaginable. It's the closest you can get to the divine.

To me, dancing is the bridge between love and heartbreak. The intimacy between a couple twirling, swaying and moving in synchrony meets it's equal opposite in the reckless abandon it takes for one to throw their head back, jump and spin alone.

Though I think the most romantic question ever asked was: Will you dance with me?

There's an abandon that happens when people dance. It's a step above a flow state. A relinquish of the trivial, renouncing the world as one knows it to exist in the liminal space of movement and music. The most beautiful thing in the world next to love. Though, I don't think one can exist without the other.

I would trade all my other talents to just be able to dance well. To have that reckless abandon. To feel that intimacy. When I watch ballet or ballroom or look around the room at the bar, I see people flying. I see people in love. I see them knowing secrets about life I could never unlock. And I get close when I try, but I can't seem to get over my lankiness enough to feel it fully.