altaria

altaria:

I miss the winter. I miss the biting cold on my skin even when it is buried under the warm wool fabric of my peacoat and scarf. I miss the gray skies aren’t as  depressing and debilitating as summer overcast, but winter gray skies that are textured like velvet. I miss the romance in the air that comes with Christmas lights everywhere, I miss the smell of the ground after it has rained. I miss the sudden yet gentle droplets of water on my cheeks and the cold wind blowing them off of my face. I miss running in the rain and stripping off my wet clothes, just to climb into a warm bath. I miss the snug feeling of wrapping myself up in a fleece blanket at night to help me fall asleep. I miss sipping hot coffee out of a warm mug, heating my cold fingers, on Sunday mornings with nothing to do, when laziness is completely acceptable. I miss the feelings of my palms when I face them toward the the soothing fire of the chimney. I miss frozen lips on my frozen cheeks which makes me feel fire in my chest. I miss thick coats and mittens and being smitten by the lovely winter night, the passion that comes from the fires that withstand the cold, the warmness of my breath condensing with the frozen air to form visible and tangible proof that I am alive inside of me.

Oh, come soon.

Writing like this bleeds life into my dried up purple pen. 

Ever since I’ve come back from Paris I’ve noticed a drastic change in my personality. 

I’m a little more egotistic and a lot less complacent. 

This past semester, I got burned on more than one occasion. This is usually because I put my trust in the wrong people, or I depended on other people to get things done and they didn’t do things the way they should have been done, or they just weren’t done at all. 

I’ve found myself being more unsatisfied with my life as of late. I feel like I experienced the very best that the world has to offer while abroad and that I’m just counting down the days until I can return. I feel like I deserve the best. Or, if I don’t deserve it, I one day will. 

I only want the best. The best company, the best city, the best food. I want quality in every aspect of my life and I’m not going to settle for anything less if I don’t have to. The Devin of yesterday is gone. 

This is a complete overhaul of the person that I am. I like it. I like it a lot. 

cathleendudex3
lotsalipstick:

the-elderscrolls:

Polish doctor that refused to perform abortion named a “hero”
Dr Bogdan Chazan was visited by an expecting mother (32 weeks into pregnancy), who already had 5 miscarriages before and was worried about her health. It turned out that the fetus had hydrocephalus, undeveloped brain and was missing many bones from its skull. The Doctor refused to perform an abortion and didn’t send the woman to another hospital which could do so (according to polish law, if a doctor doesn’t want to perform an abortion, he has to choose another hospital which will agree to do so). Chazan was named a “local hero” and “true warrior of Jesus in the name of life of the unborn” by many polish politicians and catholic activists. He used conscience clause as an excuse for his actions.
The woman gave birth to the child through a C-section. She and her husband spent 10 painful days watching their deformed child die a horrible death. When she finally decided to speak out, she said:
“During these 10 days, no priest, no pro life activist or even dr Chazan came to see the child, to ask if they can help. It was really hard to look at our child. We knew what was coming, but it was still very hard to cope with”
Congratulations, pro-lifers - another “life” saved, another “happy” child and “happy” family. 

fuuuck this

lotsalipstick:

the-elderscrolls:

Polish doctor that refused to perform abortion named a “hero”

Dr Bogdan Chazan was visited by an expecting mother (32 weeks into pregnancy), who already had 5 miscarriages before and was worried about her health. It turned out that the fetus had hydrocephalus, undeveloped brain and was missing many bones from its skull. The Doctor refused to perform an abortion and didn’t send the woman to another hospital which could do so (according to polish law, if a doctor doesn’t want to perform an abortion, he has to choose another hospital which will agree to do so). Chazan was named a “local hero” and “true warrior of Jesus in the name of life of the unborn” by many polish politicians and catholic activists. He used conscience clause as an excuse for his actions.

The woman gave birth to the child through a C-section. She and her husband spent 10 painful days watching their deformed child die a horrible death. When she finally decided to speak out, she said:

During these 10 days, no priest, no pro life activist or even dr Chazan came to see the child, to ask if they can help. It was really hard to look at our child. We knew what was coming, but it was still very hard to cope with

Congratulations, pro-lifers - another “life” saved, another “happy” child and “happy” family. 

fuuuck this

iwantjuicylucyinmycab00sey

A Haiku For Every Girl I’ve Ever Slept With

iwantjuicylucyinmycab00sey:

benedictsmith:

1. The haiku form is

of an appropriate length

to describe this fuck

2. When I handcuffed you

It was so insanely hot

I came in my jeans

3. We used to have sex

So we didn’t have to talk

Now we do neither

4. We had a threesome

You, me and my depression

Depression fucks hard

5. I shouted my love

from the rooftops before

almost jumping off

6. You didn’t like me

But you did like my writing

I guess that’s enough

7. Entangled, twitching

We came down as cenotaphs

Numb with limbless minds

8. Tried your fantasy

and pretended to rape you.

It felt a bit forced.

9. You learned of my pain

and said you’d try to fix me.

That wasn’t your job.

10. You were very large

But alcohol and codeine

Made you not so large

11. You liked to be choked,

you stuffed animals for fun.

You were just my type.

12. Halfway through you sobbed

Said you were touched as a child

I stopped and held you

13. 13 is bad luck

But three’s a lucky number

14 would agree

14. It wasn’t awkward

It was just double the fun

That’s arithmitic

15. Puked everywhere

And then fell into a bush

You still wanted me

16. Our contrasting skin

Meant some passersby would stare

And we just loved it

17. You were a model

who found me through my writing

Thankyou, internet

18. We made a sex tape

I hope I find it before

my family does

19. I whipped you too hard

Inadvertently drew blood

Quickly apologised

20. Cars drove by as I

Fingered you at a bus stop

(A romantic date)

21. It’s strange to think it

But before you miscarried

Was I a father?

22. We both got naked

online for our followers

in different ways

23. “You don’t care” you said

So I pretended to cry

And then we had sex

24. You liked taking charge

and I went along with it

out of laziness

25. I tried to whip you

Then I hit my testicles

It ruined the mood

26. It took twenty five

Twenty five misconnections

Before I found you

holy shit.