[loregasmic-deactivated20140814]

[raiseyourvibration]

[wyn-fyd]

well I guess my depression is coming back in full swing

[wyn-fyd]

can someone under 30 just find me fucking attractive already what is this shit

[parkmerced-blog]

[deeplovephotography]

[blue-cadet-three]

[wyn-fyd]

im such an anti social nub

[wyn-fyd]

[motegs]

By far one of my FAVORITE signs I’ve seen this week!

[jordanjoze]

aw snap. I love the smell of logic in the afternoon

[cinders-and-snow]

I haven’t been reblogging many of these but I like this one.

[worldwarxp]

"If you’re white and you’re wrong, then you’re wrong; if you’re black and you’re wrong, you’re wrong. People are people. Black, blue, pink, green - God make no rules about color; only society make rules where my people suffer, and that why we must have redemption and redemption now."

― Bob Marley

[brimalandro]

[shediedofperfection]

who the fuck is vitamin c

[wyn-fyd]

VITAMIN C WAS THE SHIT YOU HO

[ianference-deactivated20250902]

[ianference-deactivated20250902]

It is truly a strange thing when a steam pipe bursts under an abandoned building in the dead of winter, but that’s exactly what happened under the Clinic Building at Greystone Park State Hospital in 2007, a month before the building was unceremoniously knocked down.  The steam congregated near the ceiling of the abandoned asylum infirmary, condensing on the pipes and dripping down in regular patterns - and creating these ice stalagmites.  An hour after taking this photograph, demolition workers came into the building and chased us through the tunnels; we had to hide in an attic in 0 degree weather for hours while cops searched for us.  The next time I drove out there, there was no trace that a building had ever stood in this spot.

Prints available here.

[ugh-blog1]

[deathtouchxoxo]

Deathtouch

[wyn-fyd]

I'm so tired but I don't want to go to sleep because if I do when I wake up it will be tomorrow. I don't want to start another day. I dread tomorrow. I dread the future, I can't deal with the past and the present doesn't exist. It's just a concept, a fleeting, transient idea that passes too quickly to grasp.

[wyn-fyd]

“In your words, I see the acceptance of death … this imaginary foe we are taught to fight. We hide the signs of aging. We wear sunscreen in our 20s to prevent wrinkles years down the line. We play computer games to increase neuroplasticity. All in this vain and futile attempt to delay the inevitable.

Some day we all will die.

And that fear of death that ironically propels most to live does not serve the same function for those with mood disorder plus suicidal ideation.

And because of that, we have to find something to live for. That we enjoy. That we can sit with and be present in that very moment. Peach nectar sweet and sticky on fingers. The purple ember in a bonfire. The nuzzle of a furry friend. The words that show acknowledgement and being heard.

Because we accept death and at times welcome it, or live with thoughts of death as a comfort, we have the unique ability to hold steadfastly to a moment, study it, replay it, before letting it go.”