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Tiffany is a surly 29 year old professional procrastinator who loves sewing, donuts, pizza, coffee, & lower-case letters.

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath :


I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it——

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?——

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot——
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart——
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

(via platointhepeonies)

Pause, panic, repeat.

Anxiety is fucking exhausting.
It is melting my brain
And making a mess of me.

Get it together, girl.



(Source: -teesa-)

Geographical hazards.

Slowly trying to get back
to feeling like myself.
missing some lovely folks back home hardcore as fall hits. Yikes.

“Many people do not fall in love; they fall in love with the idea of themselves being in love. They never see the other person. I don’t ask for much; I only ask to be seen.”

—   C. JoyBell C. (via quotes-shape-us)

“I am learning
to love myself
It took me years
and heart break
to realize
I am all I have.”

—   Michelle K. (via coca-koala)

The hardest lesson of all.
One I’m struggling so badly to learn.
It’s me and only me.
And I’m one of my least favorite people.

(via platointhepeonies)



The video begins humorously as Anthony Carbajal, a photographer, dresses up in a neon bikini top and soaps up a car before being doused with ice water. 

So watch the full video here and laugh out loud at the first half and then get ready to tear up in the second half. 

I have seen the ice bucket challenges, nominations, etc floating around the internet lately and to be honest, at first I had no idea what it was all about.

The point of all of this is awareness of ALS. My question however, is how effective is this endeavor? Are we communicating any real information, or challenging others to think by simply sending silly videos out into interspace? I can most definitely appreciate the viral sensation as it no doubt is well intended.. but I’d like to see folks take it a step further. You’ve got center stage, guys… speak up. Talk about why this is trending.. about why we should be paying attention. Tell us what we need to do to help. Tell your stories of how ALS has affected you or someone in your life. Just please don’t stop at the ice bucket. It’s not enough. Keep the conversation going, ask questions and dammnit, demand answers.

We don’t need Corporate America to tell us how to campaign for a healthier society.. we just need you and your voice. Your effort.

(Source: huffingtonpost)

"…Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.  This is the night, what it does to you.  I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

“It is practically always so painful for me to speak to other people.”

—   Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, August 1883   (via loveage-moondream)

Almost 30 and am still incapable of making friends.

(Source: man-of-prose, via welcometothepsychomanteum)

“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”

—   (via soul-runner)


(Source: whilde-daisi, via the-girlwiththemost-cake)