“The mouth should have four gate keepers: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? And is it better than silence?”—
(via thinkingintheam)
“Cancer, you’re the caretaker of the signs, the unappreciated mother you wash their feet with your tears after they have finished stepping all over you they scream you’re moody, pessimistic, manipulative you’re the one they take advantage of So say ‘fuck it’ and cut the cord take the ax and slice your way through their hearts show them how pretty you look in blood-splattered clothes make them hide from you, make them realize that you are the monster from under the bed take the lover of your neighbor, watch them go mad for you ride off into the sunset together as the world behind you grows distance You don’t have to be maternal, or caring, or empathetic you can lead the life of your dreams you can play the villain if you so please Cancer, you are powerful and they’ll write stories about your rightful rage”— a Cancer’s culmination // hnl 2017
(via compljcated)
Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to glide down ladders in their own private library while their red cloak flutters behind them, owning swords and many chocolates, with fast WiFi at all times.
(via teenagerposts)