You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell
Something my friend told me the other day (via dolly-kitten)

(Source : sad-theater)



http://selfish-desires.tumblr.com/post/98706270985

selfish-desires:

Somewhere mid sentence we started apologizing for everything we were capable of but had not yet done. It has always been like an awkward telephone call or forced ‘about me’ intros in front of a classroom on the first day of school. We have always just been this: the static on the end of the line;…



thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

Lion: AGGGGGGGHHHHH
YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST
Cub: DAD STOP
Lion: EVERYTHING…GOING…DARK
Cub: DAD OH MY GOD
Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

Lion: AGGGGGGGHHHHH

YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST

Cub: DAD STOP

Lion: EVERYTHING…GOING…DARK

Cub: DAD OH MY GOD

Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

(Source : lalulutres)



The truth is all my poems are disturbing. The truth is I don’t write about happy because when I’m happy, I’m too busy singing. When I’m happy, I’m too busy laughing. When I’m happy, I don’t want to lock myself in my room and bleed onto my notebook. And anyway, no one wants to share their happy. We are greedy with our happy. We hold it to our chests and strangle it between our fingers. It can’t breathe but it is ours and this is enough. That’s why I write about sad. Because sad is 2 for 1 in the bargain bin. Sad is take all you want, there’s plenty to go around. Sad is sit with me and bleed because I’m dizzy from how much this hurts and I could really use a glass of water. Could you bring a glass of water? I’m writing about sad again and my tongue is turning to dust in my mouth. My heart is rotting to ruins in my chest. Think Coliseum. Think Pompeii. Think something much less dramatic and much less glamorous. Think garbage spilling out of a can into an abandoned street and the dawn light is weak and nothing is illuminated and there are no shadows. I’m writing about sad again and my fingers are tired.
Fortesa Latifi - I’m writing about sad again (via madgirlf)


flowergirlrobichiko:

thecatsmustbecrazy:

special delivery

BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD

flowergirlrobichiko:

thecatsmustbecrazy:

special delivery

BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD



You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
(via bratsquad)



sea-ghosty:

heirsoferror:

This was in Las Vegas & fucked everyone up



clubpunk:

eartheld:

freebecauseofhe:

planstobesurprised:

hopefisch:

I would adore having a space like this

SHOOT. We’re getting a loft. I decided.

I would love to live in a loft

The yoga I would do here oh my god

THE YOGA 

clubpunk:

eartheld:

freebecauseofhe:

planstobesurprised:

hopefisch:

I would adore having a space like this

SHOOT. We’re getting a loft. I decided.

I would love to live in a loft

The yoga I would do here oh my god

THE YOGA 

(Source : theoriginalmuse)



What doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive.

C.C (via psych-facts)


susiethemoderator:

quickweaves:

quickweaves:

White people destroyed 3/4s of the world for spices and have the nerve not to season their food.

this post wont die 

I will never stop reblogging.



coyotelips:

badbilliejean:

dan-and-his-hormones:

Ferguson police are being sued for $40mil, +++ some of the officers are facing individual lawsuits for rights infringement. fucking break those cops. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is some of the best news I’ve had in days and I want you to be excited about it too



nepetaleijons:

when u make a mistake

image

(Source : punkerlunk)



nos-odiamos:

liftedandgiftedd:

this is fucking gold

Ahhahah

nos-odiamos:

liftedandgiftedd:

this is fucking gold

Ahhahah

(Source : pleatedjeans)




kinkyrita:

adreciclarte:

THE MAKING OF “IN VOLUPTAS MORS” – SALVADOR DALI BY PHILIPPE HALSMAN

 

i love salvador dali.

(Source : una-lady-italiana)




Malcolm X on "Progress"

(Source : exgynocraticgrrl)