Beautiful Disaster.
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Beautiful Disaster.
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"One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else."
K.L. Toth (via purplebuddhaproject)
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Do not fall in love. When he walks into your life, do not be fooled. His appearance will be so deliberate that you will believe he was penned in to be your hero. He will excite you with his riddles and you will find wonder in his pretentious philosophies. Do not wrap yourself around his world. This is not a novel. He is not your hero.

Don’t you dare fall into his eyes or romanticize his walk. When he smiles, you will pledge your existence to his happiness. Fight that. Do not compare his face to Wilde’s romantic prose or expect his hands to mold your story.

When he touches you, your body will ignite and you will know ingenuous fulfillment. Your soul will adapt to his, and anyone else will forever feel infidelious. In this boy, you will find all the passion you had read about for the past 10 years. He will make you believe in happy endings and conquered villains. Do not fall for this. Whatever you do, do not let him in.

He will never be able to love you like you love him. He did not learn from Austen or Twain. This boy did not dream of the submission Roark lived for. He does not know how to invest himself into something bigger. Instead, he will hungrily take everything you have. When he leaves, he will take your religion with him.

Do not expect concrete loyalty or resolute bravery. He is not Heathcliff and this is not a novel. He will be weak and he will make mistakes. And again. And again. Do not forgive these flaws because you are dying to make him your protagonist. He cannot save you. He won’t care enough to.

Do not find your faith in his body. Do not find poetry in the angles of his chest, or art in his laughter. When he looks at you, you will stay up all night writing and rewriting a composition that adequately translates the worship you feel for him. You will fail. But this will not matter to him, because words will never mean as much to him as they do to you.

So he will be reckless. He will throw around sentences that will kill you. His lips will repair the damage and awaken your soul - until he sheepishly kills you again. He will not understand that words are your most faithful ally. He will not understand why each syllable screamed at a fight at 3 in the morning has substance. He will not understand the value that exists in a confession of love. He will make you cry harder than any tragedy ever written. He will then make you laugh louder than any comedy ever could.

He will exhaust you. He will make you both the happiest and the saddest you have ever been - often simultaneously. And as hard as you try, you will fall in love with him. You will crave him and you will need him. He will become essential to your being. You will give your life trying to be his dream and you will make him the exception to all of your rules. Fucking hell, you will love him with every ounce of yourself.

Like ink, the stolen glances will fade. He will read you, from cover to cover.He will indulge in the deepest chapters of your life again and again, until he knows all of your secrets. He will carelessly toss you around and misplace you for days and weaken your binding, After he’s finished, he will want a sequel you haven’t written. And he will leave you to write your epilogue alone.

Because this boy will not believe that love is enough. He will want more than you could ever give him, and he will not think twice about the wreck he leaves behind. This boy will screw you over. He will shatter any hope you were stupid enough to build. This boy will make your life the living hell your books never warned you of. After he is through with you, you will die trying to untangle yourself.

Do not fall for this boy. Refuse the notion of being in love. Stand by your paperbacks and live vicariously through Dominique.

Do not let him in. Do not let him in. Do not let him in.

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This made me cry. And nothing makes me cry  (via seabelle)

Wow.

(via melissuhx3)

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Last Night.
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kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
kateordie:

Oh hey I wrote this!
Getting to write the ~canon~ origin of Marceline’s guitar was one of the greatest joys I’ve experienced thus far in comics. Plus, Zack and I got to stick in a reference to Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Eiko Ishioka.
You can buy dis book here or at your local comic shop!


:)
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"You judge a woman
by the length of her skirt,
by the way she walks,
talks, looks, and acts;
by the color of her skin you judge
and will call her “bitch!”
“Black bitch!”
if she doesn’t answer your:
“Hey baby, whatcha gonna say
to a man.”
You judge a woman
by the job she holds,
by the number of children she’s had,
by the number of digits on her check;
by the many men she may have lain with
and wonder what jive murphy
you’ll run on her this time.
You tell a woman
every poetic love line
you can think of,
then like the desperate needle
of a strung out junkie
you plunge into her veins,
travel wild through her blood,
confuse her mind, make her hate
and be cold to the men to come,
destroying the thread of calm
she held.
You judge a woman
by what she can do for you alone
but there’s no need
for slaves to have slaves.
You judge a woman
by impressions you think you’ve made.
Ask and she gives,
take without asking,
beat on her and she’ll obey,
throw her name up and down the streets
like some loose whistle —
knowing her neighbors will talk.
Her friends will chew her name.
Her family’s blood will run loose
like a broken creek.
And when you’re gone,
a woman is left
healing her wounds alone.
But we so called men,
we so called brothers
wonder why it’s so hard
to love our women
when we’re about loving them
the way america
loves us."
essex hemphill (via ethiopienne)

This was….👌

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