The Beautiful and The Profane

A place for my musings. Which are usually very dirty or angry, or both because everyone likes angry, hate sex.

I bought new sandals. Now I have new blisters.
But I really want to go get cupcakes at the street fair.

I’m genuinely happy. So why can’t I stop crying?

therealbohemian:

don’t you wish you could just say this to some people?

therealbohemian:

don’t you wish you could just say this to some people?