I want Seth’s belt around my neck. I want Seth’s fingers in my mouth...– Chuck Palahniuk
I cannot tell if this artificially blended coffee...
and send me hurling towards the dark unknown of Phil’s bachelor pad toilet. Gag, gag gag, gag. …Sip sip, sip sip sip…
Isn’t that just like disappearing into the sum of yourself. And the person you are disappearing into. it’s like one plus one equals nothing at all, one plus two equals nothing at all , one plus me equals nothing at all, one plus you equals one plus you equals you and you and you and you and nothing at all nothing at all
Probably the most eventful day I have had in a long while.
fe·ral [feer-uhl] adjective 1. existing in a natural state, as animals or plants; not domesticated or cultivated; wild. 2. having reverted to the wild state, as from domestication: a pack of feral dogs roaming the woods. 3. of or characteristic of wild animals; ferocious; brutal.
theowlintheolivetree: Daisy by Brand New
Today is my eighteenth birthday
And I am just thinking about how badly I wish I was somebody’s grandma.
Tell No One: →
thedaysahead: “Rivulets of flesh rolled slowly down her cheeks.” This line has been running through my head for three days, because of an idea. But all i have left of that idea right now is a snow faced girl standing in front of me, gray baggage sagging beneath desperate, dully terrified eyes. Her face is melting down her cheekbones, dripping from her jawbone, slipping over her collarbone. It’s...
WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS SO DAMN HARD
how's this for a post
When universities become so dependent on athletic departments for their very...– Football is NOT an Absolute Monarchy (via azspot)
Oh, draw me like one of your French girls.
MAYBE IT SHOULD ALSO BE SAID THAT TO MAKE LOVE IS TO FEEL ONE’S BODY CLOSE IN ON...– Foucault, 1966
What Dylan Did
My english T.A. that I have an abnormal-sized crush on sent the class an e-mail this weekend. It was a short playlist of music he likes and would like to share. One song he included was this slow serenade of Radiohead’s that I coincidentally discovered this week myself. I take that as a sign to know it’s true love. I want to keep listening to the music but it’s making me feel...
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers...– The Perks of Being a Wallflower; Stephen Chbosky (via loveandsomeotherverses)
wittycunt: mutantminds: morbidlust: WANT HIM NOW PLEASE oh shit hahhaa brilliant.