Fortune with Shame
Hello, I'm Brittany.

Everything I post has evoked some sort of feeling within me, whether that be happiness, sadness, loneliness, anger, attraction, fear or longing. If it's on here, it speaks to me.

 with shame
requiemonwater:
“ honeymoon omg
”

requiemonwater:

honeymoon omg

(Source: adamjone5, via aloadai)

radicalteen:
“ I was bored and did this ok
”

radicalteen:

I was bored and did this ok

(via metrodorus)

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
by Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via pokoix)

(via pyrrhic-victoria)

Children want to write. They want to write the first day they attend school. This is no accident. Before they went to school they marked up walls, pavements, newspapers with crayons, chalk, pens or pencils … anything that makes a mark. The child mark says, “I am.” “No, you aren’t,” say most school approaches to the teaching of writing. We underestimate the urge because of a lack of understanding of the writing process and what children do in order to control it. Instead, we take the control away from children and place unnecessary road blocks in the way of their intentions. Then we say, “They don’t want to write. How can we motivate them?” (Writing 3).

(Source: fortunewithshame)

(Source: folkabout, via acid-clay)

(Source: kittenmeats, via jacb)

please
c0caino:
“ by gu@n
”
If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.
by Sylvia Plath (via cccro)

(Source: moving-words, via campbelltoe)

operator: 911, please hold.
me: stop murdering me for a sec; we're on hold.
murderer: ok