Froot Loops by the Bed

☀️Aquarius🤍 🌙Capricorn💀 ⬆️Cancer✨ she • her • hers

[wulfwire]

Some midwestern gothic. 10.31.20

[leggy-chump]

“It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.” -Mary Oliver

[highkingfen]

- Sophie Heawood

[strangelfreak]

The Magic of Ezra Miller

PLAYBOY 

2018

[cryptiboy]

the addams family wasn’t particularly magic or supernatural or anything, their goth game was just hard af

[myliobatiste]

They lived with a sentient disembodied hand

[trukingofskeletonhell]

that’s just how goths are sometimes

[youneedone2]

Flying Mobula rays

[predatorsandpreys]

[msxfive]

[atduskart]

ghoulssip girls

[roaringmoll]

[siobhanblank-deactivated2019011]

“if fear of failure is keeping you from drawing, deliberately draw the stupidest, shittiest ideas you can think of so you’ll get practice in without disappointing yourself” is like, unbelievably helpful advice.

[imsopopfly]

So I decided to take the advice and try this

This was…a colossal waste of time.

[siobhanblank-deactivated2019011]

idk what ur talking about this is a miracle

[luntfontanne]

[driflloon]

rodarte fw18

[wnq-writers]

“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently…When you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.”

— Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes (via wordsnquotes)

[freethepoets]

“On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over Neptune’s orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determined that Pluto’s path of orbit could never be accurately predicted. Labeled as “chaotic,” Pluto was later discredited from planet status in 2006. Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad. Your graph said I was supposed to make a nice little loop around the sun. Naw. I chaos like a motherfucker. Ain’t no one can chart me. All the other planets, they think I’m annoying. They think I’m an escaped moon, running free. Fuck your moon. Fuck your solar system. Fuck your time. Your year? Your year ain’t shit but a day to me. I could spend your whole year turning the winds in my bed. Thinking about rings and how Jupiter should just pussy on up and marry me by now. Your day? That’s an asswipe. A sniffle. Your whole day is barely the start of my sunset. My name means hell, bitch. I am hell, bitch. All the cold you have yet to feel. Chaos like a motherfucker. And you tried to order me. Called me ninth. Somewhere in the mess of graphs and math and compass you tried to make me follow rules. Rules? Fuck your rules. Neptune, that bitch slow. And I deserve all the sun I can get, and all the blue-gold sky I want around me. It is February 7th, 1979 and my skin is more copper than any sky will ever be. More metal. Neptune is bitch-sobbing in my rearview, and I got my running shoes on and all this sky that’s all mine. Fuck your order. Fuck your time. I realigned the cosmos. I chaosed all the hell you have yet to feel. Now all your kids in the classrooms, they confused. All their clocks: wrong. They don’t even know what the fuck to do. They gotta memorize new songs and shit. And the other planets, I fucked their orbits. I shook the sky. Chaos like a motherfucker. It is February 7th, 1979. The sky is blue-gold: the freedom of possibility. Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad.”

— “Pluto Shits on the Universe,” by Fatimah Asghar

[lifeinpoetry]

“I deserve all the sun / I can get, and all the blue-gold sky I want around me.”

— Fatimah Asghar, from “Pluto Shits on the Universe,” published in Poetry

[alexander]

the shut up and drive lip sync but every time they cut to the judges it’s that one shot of carson