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ocean dweller | astrology princess | geology freak
sun ~ capricorn
moon ~ aries
rising ~ virgo
  • Hole
  • Teenage Whore
  • Pretty On The Inside (1991)
  • Everyone said ‘don’t get a nose job, don’t get a nose job.’ Well I did and got a record deal so fuck you.
    Courtney Love, Behind the Music (via thegits)

    I have today and tomorrow off and I’m getting blacked out so shit will be a lil easier to deal with but first I have to return some library books lol

    The self-portrait: Swallowing glass chips to stay interesting. Keeping my insides cut so at least something comes out when I open my mouth. Spitting up blood. Calling it poetry. Calling it a performance. Calling it everything but what it is. Self-deprecation for the sake of humility. Self-dissolution to keep them guessing. Playing the same game until it stops becoming one. Turning tricks until they become habit. Here are some jokes I’ve made so many times they’ve lost their punchline: Texting late at night, check. Bleeding dirty thoughts and regret. Throwing up and forgetting the mess. Getting thin out of pure neglect. Check. Check. Check. This isn’t a way to grow up, but what else is there? Nice house? Nice car? Nice mouth? Nice girl? Wait. Didn’t you used to be such a nice girl? (I stole that line right out of the mouth of the concerned aunt who gave me a once-over last Christmas.) Let’s try this again. Nice girl. Nice girls don’t stay out late. They don’t forget their friends. They don’t drop everything and move for the sake of adventure. Nice girls don’t lie in the middle of the street and call it therapy. They don’t know how to become ghosts in two seconds flat. Nice girl. What happened to her? Killed her. Cursed her. Kept her hungry in the basement for so long that she gave up and went home. Pushed her aside and cared for poetry, coffee, and burnt curtains instead. Nice girl. Why don’t you call her up again? Ask her where she’s been? Ah, but where’s the fun in that?
    The Self-Portrait | Lora Mathis 
    It’s good fun writing like you’re insane  (via lora-mathis)


    ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.”

  • Lana Del Rey
  • Mermaid Motel
  • Lana Del Rey aka Lizzy Grant
  • I cried for such a long time last night after realizing how much my parents have fucked my life over. Mostly my mom but that wouldn’t be fair to put all the blame on her just bc I’m a daddy’s girl. It’s such an awful feeling to know someone you love and trust with your life is the most dishonest, hurtful person ever. I just can’t wrap my head around all of this. For so long I just wanted to pretend my life was somewhat normal but I was so fucking wrong to ever believe it was true. I have no idea how to fix this, or escape it. I’m just a dramatic fragile and emotional little girl so when I tell you that you ruined my life, it must mean that I’m just being “me”. I just want someone to admit they fucked up for once so I can come to terms with all this betrayal. And not a half ass “we weren’t the best parents but atleast you guys knew we loved you no matter what” bullshit. I want someone to fucking apologize for making me so fucked up in the head. I want them to apologize for ruining any sort of childhood I could’ve had. And I want them to apologize for continuing to ruin my life to this day.

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