In A Dazee


Twitter: @marigold_dazee
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I'm here to inspire.
To provoke your desires.
To be admired.
Until we all have expired. pageArchive

I don’t even get it anymore. I try to take care of myself but then I’m selfish. I try to be there for people but they push me away. I’m so tired of everybody. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuu.

The end.

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The past few days I’ve had the overwhelming urge to kiss someone.

Obviously I would prefer for it to be someone I’m interested in, but the urge remains even when feelings are seemingly not reciprocated.

So yeah, that’s a thing.

I really just want someone who wants to be with me.

I’m really not that picky. You just need to be my idea of good looking, fun, smart, funny, not a pushover, be into music, understand me, and have a soft side.

Oh and be good in bed.

Is that really too much to ask for these days?

It seems to be.

After a while, the same old bullshit gets really old and tiring then I realize I need to move on because it feels like it’s not moving anywhere.

I just like to do things with a purpose. I like to head somewhere. I like there to be a destination. I like there to be a happily ever after. To say there’s no such thing is a cop out. YOU create your life, love, and relationships. Nobody else.

My hair and I have come so incredibly far. Last summer my puff was a struggle. 85 weeks natural and counting 😁 #naturalhair #serenityshair
The big baby and the new baby ☺️😘
“She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.” #zoranealhurston

I think I’ll switch some stuff tonight to the other blog. Way too much personal stuff on here.

peace lives here. #happymemorialday

When you’re depressed everyone expects you to fix it or be artistic and passionate about your depression…

My sadness is neither beautiful or poetic. I don’t want to fix it with a pill or drugs. My sadness sucks.Β 

"Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits." πŸŒ–

"I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity."

- Sylvia Plath, Elm (via sad-plath)

(Source: sad-plath, via sad-plath)

So bad know her parents went through hell. Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale. #finalsweek πŸ™ˆπŸ“šβœοΈ