or slip through (or sink within)

isabelknight:

hussarcenturion:

do NOT call the cops on somebody for having a psychological breakdown oh my fucking god TALK TO THEM FIRST

If you call the cops on someone having a psych breakdown (or autistic meltdown), I’m going to assume it’s because you want that person dead.

If you wanna be free, below the ground’s the only place to be. ‘Cause in this life you spend time running from depravity.
Janelle Monáe, “Cold War”

Cold War || Janelle Monáe

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors
Adrienne Rich
That we can be injured, that others can be injured, that we are subject to death at the whim of another, are all reasons for both fear and grief. What is less certain, however, is whether the experiences of vulnerability and loss have to lead straightaway to military violence and retribution. There are other passages. If we are interested in arresting cycles of violence to produce less violent outcomes, it is no doubt important to ask what, politically, might be made of grief besides a cry of war.
Judith Butler, Precarious Life: The Powers of Mourning and Violence (via wordsareacts)
kevinfranzisamonster:

Mission log 231.

kevinfranzisamonster:

Mission log 231.

vegankush:

please just leave animals alone

saveryghost:

slimydad:

aztec420:

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how does something this small even exist? is this a pig molecule? i need to lay down a while

oh..my..god. what a muffin!

Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind.
Nayyirah Waheed (via univorso)

zardmaster:

(likes boys but isn’t happy about it)

Perfume Genius - Hood
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Hood || Perfume Genius

teen-boy-fag:

heres to us ~unhealthy~ queers

queers who work shit jobs and make shit money and eat what they fucking can and what they fucking want

queers that work til they wanna lay down and die right fucking there

queers with acne and stretch marks and bad breath and dandruf and fat and bones and chronic pain and injuries and mental issues and yeah

~we are some kinda swell~

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, & thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
Virginia Woolf, in her diary, 18 March 1925 (via antineutral)