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Red Skies at Night, Sailors Delight

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Jul 23 '14

(Source: kuricon)

Jul 23 '14


The cognitive dissonance caused by a society that tells its children to “follow their dreams” through messages in films, literature, etc. and then punishes them for not choosing safe, money making careers in adulthood is fascinating, to say the least.

Jul 23 '14



holy frick

from now on, whenever anybody doubts marvel casting ill just show them this

(Source: syntaxbitch)

Jul 22 '14





So fucking powerful.

can’t get over this

Jul 21 '14
"Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would bring out the happiness inside of him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."
Jul 20 '14


I’m going to keep rebloging this until I GET IT DEEP INSIDE IN MY HEAD.

(Source: greyswisdom)

Jul 20 '14

I dream that we are swimming
in a lake of corpses and
all you want to do is
take them home and
pretend their lips aren’t blue.

You want to dance and kiss me hungry,
but the bodies are still there,
dressed in your Sunday best,
uneaten apples rotting before them.

Why are we always trying
to breathe life into dead things?
Why does nothing stay buried?
It’s noon, and ghosts are only
haunting us because we let them,
because we made a place for them here,
in our home, in our heavy hearts.

We are pumping electricity into our veins
and calling it light,
calling it the sun,
calling it God.

You are kissing me hollow,
and we call it love;
we pretend that the bodies
are no longer there,
that the voices
in our heads
are our own.

Emily Palermo, We Made the Ghosts (A Response to Richard Siken’s Scheherazade)
Jul 19 '14
Dyed my hair :) 

Dyed my hair :) 

Jul 19 '14




the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it

Humans have 3 types of rods for processing color (red green and blue). Mantis Shrimp have 16.

Fucking shrimp. I will NOT be jealous of food.

Jul 19 '14
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: backshelfpoet)