In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’
‘It is bitter - bitter,’ he answered;

‘But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.’"
Stephen Crane, “The Heart” (via literarymiscellany)
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I can’t stop making these.

#hah #tw



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Blue, brown, and green eye colors


literally me if i get married

I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me."
— Mary Kate Teske (via hellanne)
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."
— (via avvfvl)