light-the-w0rld:

bridgemcgidge:

shercockandmycrotch:


everyone needs a waving snail on their blog

i feel that if I scroll past this and don’t reblog it the snail is going to look to the ground and cry

that comment
im sold
gotta do it now

Ugh that comment got to me

light-the-w0rld:

bridgemcgidge:

shercockandmycrotch:

everyone needs a waving snail on their blog

i feel that if I scroll past this and don’t reblog it the snail is going to look to the ground and cry

that comment

im sold

gotta do it now

Ugh that comment got to me

(via maintaining-consciousness)


your lips never unlearned her name
as if she had tattooed herself inside your teeth
you dream about her,
cry her name in your sleep

she is the summer rain and
her smile is so quick maybe that is why
it still feels like lightning as it runs up
your veins

but you are blackmoon nights
where you chew off your fingernails and
start fights with too much alcohol
to see who winds up empty:
you or the bottle

so you let her go because waterlilies
don’t call deserts like you
a home

he better know the measure
of the girl he wraps his arms around
because oh god oh fuck oh sweet lord
if she is a skyscraper,
you are just dirt

and you will do anything
to make her
the happiest girl
in this world.

"My best friend loves me dearly but the problem is: I’m already in a relationship with someone." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

In the scene where Sean starts talking about his dead wife and her farting antics the lines were ad-libbed by Robin Williams, which is why Matt Damon is laughing so hard. The scene took everyone by surprise. According to Damon in the DVD commentary, this caused the cameraman to laugh so hard that the camera can be seen moving up and down slightly.

(via matthew-saracen)


Ako te neko izneveri jednom, greska je njegova. Ako te neko izneveri dvaput, greska je tvoja
(via tamic87)

Da bi osvojio ženu, potrebno je sledeće:
Inteligencija, duhovitost i upornost da je osvojiš.
Novac tu nije bitan.
Ne mešaj lov sa kupovinom.
Nisu sve žene na prodaju.
(via tamic87)

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.
Vincent Van Gogh (via pieridaes)

(via goodvibesandsummertime)


The most fucked-up part
Is wanting to die
When you’re feeling okay
Because somehow it seems
Almost rational
To quit while you’re ahead.

transposedsouls:

Missouri Highway Patrol Captain Ron Johnson is marching with protestors in Fergoson, MO.

After being given control of Ferguson from the Missouri Governor, Johnson has ordered all police to remove their masks and cease their violent tactics. He is protecting the citizens’ right to peaceful protest, and is actively engaging in dialogue with protesting residents.

(via emmascarn)


hiiipowerh3:

cruelladetrillaa:

Haitian woman defending her son in the Dominican Republic.

This picture is raw

hiiipowerh3:

cruelladetrillaa:

Haitian woman defending her son in the Dominican Republic.

This picture is raw

(via kellsterr)


all-funny-memes:

I only have one name here (X-post /r/pics)

all-funny-memes:

I only have one name here (X-post /r/pics)

(via heartsareaweakness)


I once went three weeks without speaking and my parents took it as defiance. I watched the wall for hours and can’t tell you if it was peach or lemon-yellow, or a whole different color. I don’t know how to tell them sometimes I feel so hollow, such a profound absence in my own body. How sadness has traveled up to my throat and all I can do is drown.

I walk around at night when it’s just me and street lamps and find a strange comfort in gluing my body to the pavement like tire tracks, letting the toxic spill out of me like oil into sewer drains. I go to coffee shops and listen to the conversations of strangers. I watch them and wonder if they ever have trouble breathing, if they have the rivers of their veins memorized.

I go for runs around the city the days I’m strong enough to use my muscles. I listen to my bones dismember inside of me and for a second, feel the weight exit me like smoke. I swear I could fly. Instead, my knees dig into the dirt and I start weeping because it hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts to pull bullets out of me that are nearly as old as I am.

My mother asks how I can stay in bed for days. I tell her I can’t feel my legs. I tell her I can’t feel anything. My bed feels more like a coffin. She stays quiet and I know some people will never understand. I cut myself open like I’m both the surgeon, and the patient on the table. I let my ghosts crawl out of me like worms and let them breathe. It burns to have them in me, I don’t know who I am when they’re not.


Racism isn’t born, folks. It’s taught. I have a 2-year-old son. Know what he hates? Naps. End of list.
Dennis Leary, 1992 (via iice)

(via goodvibesandsummertime)



(via anthonyyyy)


Cigarettes didn’t phase me, cuts didn’t scare me, drugs didn’t need me but god I went an hour without you and I finally realized what addiction was like