Pulp Fiction (1994), Dir. Quentin Tarantino

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

You are just another name I still remember, a song I no longer dare to listen to, a voice I can't forget but I will. You're now a stranger I'd never really wish to know, a road I'll never choose, a bridge I'd always burn, a place I'd never visit. You are just a memory I'd never ever like to cherish. I want myself to get rid of every trace of you. All that you left behind is not my mess to carry, no part of you could be a treasure, it's just trash.

—Trashy memories // Sparkandashes (via tumblr)

dreamy winter morning - 11/26/19

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“She lives the poetry she cannot write.”

- Oscar Wilde

House of Brinson