waiting-to-sleep
"Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay."
Pat Barker, Regeneration (via commovente)
awritersruminations
vvayvvardson
dafuqyouwantfrumme:

thethirddecade1121:

watchthelightfade:

polople:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

neatpotatoes:

clamjob:

casmii:

pricklylegs:

memewhore:

I still don’t understand the perspective that’s going on here.

It`s a railing.

This fucked with my head so hard.

WAIT I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND

ITS ON TOP OF A WALL NOT GRASS

oh my god it’s the edge of a cement wall jesus christ that fucked me up so bad it took so long for me to understand

I STILL DONT GET IT


hence why his arm has a shadow under it

Thank you for the tiny drawing omg my brain

That fucking drawin fixed it omg thank you
memewhore
destinysonlychild:

davestridersbabygravy:

thelocalpaedo:

Jesus loves a good kit kat every now and again

thers not even any kit kats in that vending machine 

if he can turn water into wine im sure snickers into kit kats is just as easy
everytimeidiabetes
"

1.
i liked you because when you spoke you said
things like “blue busses remind me of Easter”
and “God lives inside the walls of art museums”

2.
two days before graduation you picked me up at 4 AM
and we drove down to Michigan, I told you about my
sister and you told me about winters in Connecticut

3.
when i left for college, i wrote you three poems and
handed them to you in white envelopes, you gave me
sea shells you found when you were thirteen and alone

4.
he tastes bitter and i still think about your laughter
i wonder if you look for the moon on broken nights
because my skin burns when strange boys touch me

5.
when i received the invitation to your wedding,
i took a shower and boiled myself into patches
of pain, then i called and said congratulations

6.
she looked beautiful at the wedding and i got
drunk off of red wine and told your mother how
you used to cry when people called you brave

7.
we talked once, you told me you haven’t read
my poems yet and asked if i still had your sea
shells, i told you i was supposed to be in white

8.
i moved to Australia and three years later i
received an apology letter from you which
i burned and then wouldn’t sleep for weeks

9.
i still think about you on nights when my
husband is sleeping and my black lungs
want cigarettes i promised to stop smoking

10.
i saw you in my dreams last night, you
were kissing my neck and stroking my
thighs and i woke up crying in sweat

11.
i went to your funeral last Thursday night,
you were always talking about Autumn so
i didn’t think you should have died in winter

12.
i cut my hair short before visiting your grave
because i didn’t want anyone to recognize me,
i left your sea shells and cried on the way home

"
confessions from my alcoholic mother - irynka (via dweebery)

This is so painful..

(via cuzintheendallwehaveismemories)
irynka
"Get up. Put your wings on. It’s about enjoyment. Find the snow. Run through. Hit a song on the head.
Drag it back to the house. Give it a bath.
Feed it grapes. Teach it to relax. Sleep toe to head.
Snore in seven languages. Let it disappear.
Wake up. Rise to the yellowing room. Make an oath. It’s about enjoyment. You will find it again. In the rain. Covered in bees. Thick with flu. It’s there, teeth rotting,
laughing in the honey. Pick up the pace. Comb back
the moss. Lift the oars. Drop the anchor like a beat.
There it is. There. Stop looking."
Shira E, What Bjork Poured Into My Tea
(via ohfairies)
seabois
saucefactory:


queelez:


lord-of-the-nerds:


discordion:


When he was 2 years old, he fell out of a second story window and fractured his skull
When he was 6 years old, he mistakenly drank boric acid.
When he was 9 years old, he fell over a small cliff and broke his leg.
When he was 11 years old, he contracted measles and was in a coma for nine days.
When he was 14 years old, he broke his arm when he caught it in a carriage door.
When he was 19 years old, he was struck on the head by a falling brick.
When he was 23 years old, he almost died from the effects of tainted wine.
When he was 29 years old, Adolph Sax invented the saxophone.


clearly someone didn’t want that saxophone invented 


#incompetent time-travelling saxophone haters


THIS NEEDS TO BE A 300-PAGE SCI-FI NOVEL BECAUSE I WOULD READ THE HELL OUTTA THAT
discordion
findchaos
nikkihoyhoy