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I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.
--Richard Siken, Wishbone (via marcelcastenmillers)

(via expresswithsilence)

Filed under: #poetry #words
Posted at April 19, 2014 23:49:50 | Notes: 3766

adventuresinandyland:

kylejthompson:

Kyle Thompson - Graveyard Girls (2013)

When shall we three meet again? / In thunder, lightning, or in rain? /  When the hurlyburly’s done / When the battle’s lost and won / That will be ere the set of sun / Where the place? / Upon the heath / There to meet with Macbeth.

(via blackholemetric)

Filed under: #visual #v
Posted at April 19, 2014 20:02:12 | Notes: 50678

Today is a day where everything aches.
I am writing to tell you that
you are a permanently jet-lagged
body in the wrong country.

You are lost because you left
yourself in someone else.
You are not broken.

You are scattered.

You are not a broken heart,
you are just a dislocated one
that fell out of its socket.

--8:34 a.m. (Your heart hasn’t shattered yet)

(Source: expresswithsilence)

Filed under: #words #poetry #not for you #not lost
Posted at April 19, 2014 12:31:03 | Notes: 106
You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn’t I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.
--The Great Gatsby 
Filed under: #gatsby #the great gatsby #lit #F. Scott Fitzgerald #words #relationships #bad driver #I thought you were an honest straightforward person #I thought it was your secret pride
Posted at April 19, 2014 00:41:54 | Notes: 8

le-entracte:

“Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.”

Pat BarkerRegeneration

(Source: awritersruminations, via therapybubbles)

Filed under: #words
Posted at April 18, 2014 01:00:52 | Notes: 3182

I wish I could give you an explanation for the
heaviness inside your hollow bones. I cannot
explain to you why your rib cage is as empty
as the inside of a cello. But I know if anyone
can make music out of the sadness, it is you.

I wish I could tell you that the reason why
you can’t stop shaking is because you were
born on a fault line.

Maybe your body is shaking because
the plates of your soul are trying to
create new land forms. Maybe your
soul is creating a volcano inside your
chest so that all the pain inside you
can be purged out through lava.

Maybe you’re a mermaid and that’s
why you can’t breathe right now.
Maybe your lungs are part fish
and that’s why the air just isn’t going in.

Maybe this isn’t the life that your soul
will be happy in. Maybe it’s not your
time right now. Maybe it’s not the right
universe. But you are here
and you are alive.

Lie on the ground and feel the
earth move beneath you. Know
that she is shaking too. Sometimes
I forget that my heart is beating
until I lie perfectly still.

Know that the there are things living
beneath you, beside you, above you,
and surrounding you. You hurt because
you are growing as much as they are.

These are growing pains.
Your plates are fusing.
Your soul is growing wings.

--12:33 p.m. (Growing pains)

(Source: expresswithsilence, via expresswithsilence)

Filed under: #words #poetry
Posted at April 18, 2014 00:36:57 | Notes: 247

weltschmerzzz:

Dreams That Money Can Buy (Hans Richter, 1947)

(via poete)

Filed under: #visual
Posted at April 17, 2014 23:57:05 | Notes: 82
My veins are filled with stories of survival.
--Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up At Night #147.    (via noirsyndrome)

(via fluxcapacitors)

Filed under: #words #yes
Posted at April 17, 2014 11:40:01 | Notes: 3326

cargoart:

Kind of experimenting I guess, my brother lives in NYC so I’m having him take photos for me to draw over.

(via another23)

Filed under: #visual #v #find me later #neat!
Posted at April 16, 2014 23:58:38 | Notes: 2986

melredcap:

thistimewhereareyouhouston:

overnight-shipping:

camerapits:

noobtheloser:

quotes-n-hoes:

This is an ancient Roman amulet for luck. Yes those are flying penises.

Also of note, the Roman god of marriage, Mutunus Tutunus, whose name is derived from two Latin slang words for penis. His name is essentially Dick Wiener. If you have ever wondered just how much like us the Romans were, read the etymology section

Oh look.

It’s a flying fuck.

It used to be given, and now look, it’s no more.

LITERALLY. A FLYING FUCK.

This is culturally and historically important, so I can reblog this without feeling childish. (Look, flying dicks!!)

LOOK AT THE SKY IN WHICH I FLY MY FUCKS

OBSERVE THAT IT IS EMPTY

(via etelephone)

Filed under: #silliness #words #penises too #impossibilitygirl #etelefone #please
Posted at April 16, 2014 23:43:52 | Notes: 56215
ninjaconsultant asks:
Monday's my birthday, and I'm seeing SNM for the 5th time. I've never seen the Porter's 1-1. Does one simply follow his entire loop? The closest I've come is having the Porter's office door closed in my face as he chose someone else, but no big deal, I caught it randomly that time. The next time I hung around the hotel lobby for what felt like ages. Got any advise besides the usual hanging around? I've also never seen whoever it is singing and crying into a mirror in the McDuff's apartments...
 

gaibibi:

ajinxofink:

gaibibi:

bloodwillhavebloodtheysay:

One does not simply ask how to get a 1-1.  ;)

That said, spend time with the Porter, and then be there when the time comes.  If fate is on your side, and all the variables that are completely out of your control work in your favor, and the moon is in the second house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, and you catch Poor Porter’s eyes when he is rejected and looking for a caring energy, then you might get the 1-1.

If you want to follow Lady Macduff, one really good way to pick her up is straight out of the ballroom.  

Another reason to be thankful for my Garth Porter 1:1. Good that he’s gone - no one’s gonna make me cry no more!

NO I AM KIDDING WHEN I SAY I AM GLAD HE IS GONE!!!!!!

GARTH IS GONE?!?!?!

But…my darlings…all my darlings are gone…

Ya =( I’m totally sad. He’s my not very secret SNM crush =D =D =D

His last day was April 6 (sad sad day indeed). 

Garth and Lily were my first performers, first 1:1s, first SNM crushes… This is a sad day indeed!!

Posted at April 15, 2014 22:53:23 | Notes: 8
ninjaconsultant asks:
Monday's my birthday, and I'm seeing SNM for the 5th time. I've never seen the Porter's 1-1. Does one simply follow his entire loop? The closest I've come is having the Porter's office door closed in my face as he chose someone else, but no big deal, I caught it randomly that time. The next time I hung around the hotel lobby for what felt like ages. Got any advise besides the usual hanging around? I've also never seen whoever it is singing and crying into a mirror in the McDuff's apartments...
 

gaibibi:

bloodwillhavebloodtheysay:

One does not simply ask how to get a 1-1.  ;)

That said, spend time with the Porter, and then be there when the time comes.  If fate is on your side, and all the variables that are completely out of your control work in your favor, and the moon is in the second house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, and you catch Poor Porter’s eyes when he is rejected and looking for a caring energy, then you might get the 1-1.

If you want to follow Lady Macduff, one really good way to pick her up is straight out of the ballroom.  

Another reason to be thankful for my Garth Porter 1:1. Good that he’s gone - no one’s gonna make me cry no more!

NO I AM KIDDING WHEN I SAY I AM GLAD HE IS GONE!!!!!!

GARTH IS GONE?!?!?!

But…my darlings…all my darlings are gone…

Filed under: #sleep no more
Posted at April 15, 2014 22:44:05 | Notes: 8

gwythara:

when your obsessive special interest suddenly changes and your blog followers are like wtf this isn’t what i signed up for

(via okay-this-looks-bad)

Filed under: #reblogging cause it is true #sorry guys #(Not Really)
Posted at April 15, 2014 21:50:31 | Notes: 88262

miguelmarquezoutside:

Temporary wet weather signage recently placed in various Sydney locations.

(via darksilenceinsuburbia)

Filed under: #visual #v #cool #installation #this isn't happening
Posted at April 15, 2014 12:29:12 | Notes: 15228
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
--Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins (via observando)
Filed under: #words #almost done #i promise
Posted at April 15, 2014 10:13:44 | Notes: 912