There's always money in the banana stand.
Yeah but I can’t stand Michael Cera.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing most days
The things that keep me sane will also lead me to my demise if not done in moderation.
I went on a run at the beach and encountered the usual. I ran on the sand and the ocean was beside me. The tides had come in pretty high and they created pools on the sand where they once passed. I watched my ass jiggle using my shadow cast on the concrete path in front of me. I wasn’t really paying attention to people but got a glimpse of two boys and one man; they were sitting at the top of the stairs by the museum. They were sitting in a row going up the steps. The last person at the top step was a man of around 36. He had light skin and dark hair. He was short and had a close haircut. He handed me two flowers, one white and one purple, and I thanked him. Thinking back I seem to get flowers from strangers more often than I receive flowers from a man I’m seeing. That was only the second time it had happened to me too. I smelled it because that’s what you’re supposed to do with flowers right? It forced me to look up and look at the world around me. It was beautiful. I felt a bitter sweet emotion when I reached out and grabbed the flowers. Nevertheless I held them in my hand along with my glasses, water bottle, and house keys as I ran back home.
Pain is a door; walk through it.
"Greek myths mention several Islands of Women, where Amazons lived without men, only consorting with neighboring colonies of males at certain seasons when they wanted to conceive their children. Taurus, Lemnos, and Lesbos were said to be such all-female societies. The Greeks apparently feared them. They said the women of Taurus sacrificed to their Goddess all men who landed on their shores; and the women of Lemnos had risen up against their husband and murdered all of them at once. The Greek writers seemed to have no doubt that women could destroy whole populations of adult males, and there was no effective defense against them."
Have you ever seen a ghost?
I wish :-( all I wanted to do as a child was slip into some paranormal activity.
Sometimes you just need to tell a person not to fuck with you in that precise moment.
French manicure, flower print dress, black wedges, braided brown waist belt, pink bow in hair and at a metal show in LA. Funny part? I used to wear fishnets, combat boots , and little shorts. Now im the hipster girl here.
All I want is for us to be good to one another.
"1 good woman is worth a 1,000 bitches."
It fucking felt like a dope ass vacation, man.