My name is Montana, and I'm 17|
/ Whatever you are, be a good one♥
This sculpture is called Miscarriage
Sharon Olds, Satan Says (via amanda—bynes)
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore
a part of yesterday’s dream on my dream diary (that freaked me out)