We’re all guilty anyways
The dumb games we all play
All tarnished and scarred, when did life get so hard
We’ll drink to aulde lang syne
With fortified wine
We’ll drink to tymes olde from pitchers of gold
And though you may curse ‘thee’
We’re angels of mercy
And sometimes we fall; Ya can’t win them all
I’ll pass out at dawn
And dream of friends gone
As the morbid embrace warms over my face
finally a new year. spend it well and in good company<3
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Letting Go
iknowyouwillbehappyhere:
nobody’s going to save you.
no one’s going to cut you down,
cut the thorns thick around you.
no one’s going to storm
the castle walls nor
kiss awake your birth,
climb down your hair,
nor mount you
onto the white steed.
there is no one who
will feed the yearning.
face it. you will have
to do, do it yourself.
— Gloria Anzaldua
(via fuckyeahchicanawriters)