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Did you know @leperwitch is a closet racist that only has sex with whites?
Did you know @leperwitch is awesome and you're a fucking douchebag?
Hans Silvester :: Man reading a book with sika deers, Nara Park, Japan, 1960′s / source: Twitter
i tell the sky i love her n this is how she says it back 𓆏
People are weird and obvious and governed by the most basic of principles, which makes their moves written out well in advance. It’s wonderful, then, when people do or say the unexpected, show a range, zig instead of zag. It gives me hope that we all are capable of change or mystery and weirdness, and that it’s a really amazing thing to have these kinds of people in your life.
YES.
My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets
Wrap them around my ears and let me hear them all
You smooth motherfucker
Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions
Is this thing on?
Hi! I don't know if I'm back or not, but I noticed some stuff:
- good news: some of you awesome people are back on tumblr, which is awesome. Also, tumblr unfollowed some of you awesome people, I didn't!
- I do check on you regularly, if that's any consolation, but I don't have as much time as I used to to just write stuff, and read everything you guys post.
Anyway, hi!
“Imagine a society that subjects people to conditions that make them terribly unhappy then gives them the drugs to take away their unhappiness. Science fiction It is already happening to some extent in our own society. Instead of removing the conditions that make people depressed modern society gives them antidepressant drugs. In effect antidepressants are a means of modifying an individual’s internal state in such a way as to enable him to tolerate social conditions that he would otherwise find intolerable.”
— Theodore Kaczynski
Before Sunrise (1995)
“Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”
Before Sunset (2004)
“You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.”
Before Midnight (2013)
“Like sunlight, sunset, we appear, we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through.”
someone: haha why are you so obsessed with (insert show/book series/film/etc)
me, internally: because throwing myself into something allows me to briefly forget the constant depression misery and sadness i suffer through every day and when i marathon things my self hatred sometimes starts to disappear because i forget that i’m a real person who exists in the real world. my obsessions help me to cope when i feel like i’m about to explode or cry or scream or all of those at once and once i get into something i barely think of anything else for weeks which is a very unhealthy coping tactic but hey it helps so
me: haha idk :))
“I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.”
— catherynne m. valente, the bread we eat in dreams (via altraviolence)
It isn’t light. It is bright darkness. Bright darkness—in me.
Anna Kamienska, from a diary entry featured in “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” (via thoughtalotaboutbeingarobot)
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for awhile? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it that no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise"
White Noise, Don Delillo (via watchingcbeams)