7bottles:

i want to live by the ocean but also in the forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside u feel me

(via mariamaburns)

(via callingforthedark)

tankenabard:

kmckayhi:

Corny jokes will be the death of me

"And they’d both like to give you some feedback"

tankenabard:

kmckayhi:

Corny jokes will be the death of me

"And they’d both like to give you some feedback"

(via mariamaburns)

shrxbbery:

Repeat after me:
My body is not wrong, or ugly, too big or too thin, too pale or too dark, too broken or too strong. It is the vessel of a precious life and that is enough.

(via jetzthabichdich)

returquoise:

When you try to think of a word and can only remember it in another language.

(via aimforthefuckinghead)

(via feuer--frei)

A good book has no ending.

R.D. Cumming (via observando)

(via m-cmxii)

(via m-cmxii)

pajamaben:

"Billy where is your homework?"

"im sorry Ms. Klein my dog- *sees dog in the window make a throat cutting motion* -gone cat ate it”

(via phallicburitto)

Take a shower,
Wash away the bad thoughts,
Cleanse your body,
Put on some relaxing music,
Get in to bed,
Breathe.

Unknown (via serenesxul)

(via ilostcontrolagain)

u-serist:

theroguefeminist:

batched:

I literally do not care about your gender, sexuality or skin colour.

I literally only care about whether you’re a nice fucking human being or not.

so basically you’re racist, sexist and homophobic

How, how, how, could that possibly be interpreted that way.  Just that statement by itself is baffling.

(via stoppity)

Title: The Bones Of Baby Dolls Artist: Acid Bath 158 plays

masterpieceofmutilation:

Acid Bath - The Bones Of Baby Dolls 

(via tillies)

(via lorcazoid)

At my side the Demon writhes forever,
Swimming around me like impalpable air;
As I breathe, he burns my lungs like fever
And fills me with an eternal guilty desire.

Knowing my love of Art, he snares my senses,
Apearing in woman’s most seductive forms,
And, under the sneak’s plausible pretenses,
Lips grow accustomed to his lewd love-charms.

He leads me thus, far from the sight of God,
Panting and broken with fatigue into
The wilderness of Ennui, deserted and broad,

And into my bewildered eyes he throws
Visions of festering wounds and filthy clothes,
And all Destruction’s bloody retinue.

Destruction by Charles Baudelaire (via zizzerzazzerzuzz)
pre-raphaelisme:

Head of a Girl by John William Waterhouse, circa 1896.

pre-raphaelisme:

Head of a Girl by John William Waterhouse, circa 1896.