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drabbles. morally dubious paragraphs. controversial novellas. pretentious poetry. sex, books and cigarettes. coffee. because coffee cures mornings. and Nick Cave. self-explanatory.

[trendy-rechauffe]

[nickcavesheathenchild]

I don’t know who inspired Tolkien to think of this, but what I do know is that this sentence holds great meaning to a very large number of people like me. I blunder and wander and trip over my own two feet as I make my way through life. I meander and daydream, I forget, I space out, I disappear. My eyes glaze over and my mind wanders, my heart often trembles under icy fingers of worry. My throat constricts and my chin quivers. The thoughts in my head lead lives of their own. I wander and I get lost but I am not lost. I may not know what I want, but I work hard to get to wherever I am going. Sometimes I lose sight of my path and lose myself for a precious while, but that only serves to make me better. I know true joy, I know loss, I know pain and I know love. Most of all I know passion and fire and whirlwinds of unbridled emotion. I know because I wandered. I know because I fell. I know because I lost control and decided not to regain it for a time. It was both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying.

[nickcavesheathenchild]

Tumblr, I love you so much!

[sousmonlit]

[nickcavesheathenchild]

I'm done with this fucking world

A girl got assaulted in Serbia, she was most probably drugged and then raped. She was a virgin before that.

A news portal published a short article about it on Facebook and the comments that followed were abominable.

I am so done with this world and its long standing tradition of victim blaming. It does not matter whether or not she was drunk, it does not matter what she wore, what matters is that this happened AGAINST HER FUCKING WILL.

Raise your boys to fucking CONTROL THEMSELVES, because someone’s bare legs or shoulders CANNOT be an excuse for fucking rape.

I am NOT going to raise my daughter to be afraid of her body and its mythological power of turning men into depraved monsters, and I WILL raise my son to respect himself and others around him.

[nickcavesheathenchild]

The Call of Cthulhu, H. P. Lovecraft

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It takes  class and a certain kind of sass to handle a firearm like Katherine Hepburn. 

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[nickcavesheathenchild]

Half a century.

Your face is a reflection of all your years on this earth. Every  line and every dimple tell a story that only you know. Every inhale and exhale of your breath create a unique rhythm that lulled me into sleep when I was a child. Every heartbeat propels you forward still. Your eyes betray the actual ferocity of all your battles, the final tally of all the front lines you conquered. Your hands are not as fierce - they still possess a gentleness of a mother’s touch. Your glance still softens when it lands on your grown daughter.

Happy birthday, mom, and thank you for every war you’ve waged against everyone and yourself to provide me with a happy life. You can stop now. Breathe in and realize that you’re free to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Be happy.

[nickcavesheathenchild]

shopping made easy.

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i believe in the easter bunny.

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Nick Cave, The Death of Bunny Munro

[wordsthat-speak]

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via wordsthat-speak)

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deep and important stuff

[inneroptics]

Ashley Mackevicius Nick Cave1973