prettyzombie

Emotionally unavailable Reading is my whole personality she/her

[bookwyrminspiration]

a red string of fate can be a leash. if you're enlightened

[pretty-zombie69]

[opiumvampire]

this one. fuck this poem.

[medievalthymes]

not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.

[rontology]

I love asking friends, without context, "what are you really into this week?" I'll go first. this week I'm really into mouthwash and sudoku. Last week I was into peaches.

[rontology]

we used to be a society on here!! reblog, don't like! I want to hear what you're into!!! I'm literally looking into the nyt game Pips!!!

[phantomsofyourformerself]

girl who finally is going back to reading by finishing one book: now i'm going to read all the books in the world.

[tinyyellowflowers-blog]

Was talking to a coworker today who explained that her grandfather was like Snow White “but Californian. And an old man.” in that the creatures of the forest would follow him around and presumably duet with him.

“When he died the ravens sat in the trees outside for a week, watching. Taking turns. A horde of raccoons tried to break into the house every night, tearing at the siding. Eventually they gave up, but it was unsettling.”

“Aww. They were checking on him!” I said, like a normal person. Internally, I thought “Maybe you could do the thing you do with dead pets, where you show them to the living pets so the living pet understands they’re gone. But I guess if you did that to a bunch of scavenging species, they’d be like “Well, that’s very sad but he IS food now.” So what you’d need, for human sensibilities, is some sort of transparent corpse barrier. Like a see-through coffin oh that’s what the dwarves were doing! You’ve stopped paying attention to this conversation about the loss of a beloved family member you gotta phase back in.”

[sun-ni-day]

oh that's what the dwarves were doing

[secundus-cinaedus]

cure of ra

[madame-helen]

Now its blessing of Ra

[thereadingaddic7]

"Sunburn will give you skin cancer"

Ra, God of the Sun

[sindri42]

Fungus has done so much for humanity. Penicillin. Radiation cleanup. Delicious mushrooms. Deadly mushrooms. Psychadelic mushrooms. And now my boy RA has chosen the humble mold spores as his vessel through which to cure cancer.

[psychotic-gerard]

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[psychotic-gerard]

this is how it feels to talk to my parents about my mental health

[yekokataa]

do you guys know about the internet roadtrip? right now somewhere between 500 and 900 people are collectively 'driving' a car on google street view trying to make it to canada. it's fun i recommend it

[rosie-kairi]

Hey dude. I noticed that you seem to be having a lot of symbolic association with the ouroboros icon and I just wanted to know if you were like. ok. or like, that you're experiencing time linearly and not stuck in an eternal loop of the same events.

[unyieldingsilence]

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[rosie-kairi]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— natalie díaz, from “american arithmetic”, postcolonial love poem (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[butternaan]

me

[guinevereslancelot]

it's a beautiful day at the roman senate and you are a horrible goose

[apoemaday]

You Are Tired (I Think)

by E.E. Cummings

You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.

Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away  — (Only you and I, understand!)

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and  — Just tired. So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart  — Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me! I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon, That floats forever and a day; I’ll sing you the jacinth song Of the probable stars; I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream, Until I find the Only Flower, Which shall keep (I think) your little heart While the moon comes out of the sea.

[lesbianaglaya]

love getting really into a book to the point where it affects the way i view the world around me. someone pissed me off today and my first thought was ‘well they wouldn’t survive the court of henry viii’