*sees a dog* god i hope he thinks im cool
I don’t choose to write about love or lust or red roses with no thorns. I write of the dark and the dusk and the disaster that’s torn. My life is a harp and I pluck at the strings. My body, my home, my entire being. I pour and I pour and I write to escape. Life is a movie, the screenwriter is late.
my life is a movie (via inspiretbh)
I love this
It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks. Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. But the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent. Almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation. Almost as though silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart.
maybe loneliness isn’t in
half empty beds and
tables set for one and
tear soaked pillows.
perhaps it’s in the invisibility that
echoes around you and bounces off the
walls when you’re in a room full of people.
shoutout to the guy in charge of the train station at my hometown, who doesn’t limit himself to announcing trains but also:
- comments on interesting birds he sees on the platform
- gives completely unofficial weather reports on what he thinks the day is going to be like
- refers to very crowded trains as ‘friendly trains’
- regularly congratulates everyone on having gotten up on time on Monday mornings
- basically seems to use the tannoy system to amuse himself and try and brighten up everyone’s morning commute
- refers to himself as ‘the fat controller’
what magical land do u live where there’s something other than a robot in charge of the train announcing
Yas
I can’t believe it’s already 2017
Guys I’m crying omg I was drunk please stop reblogging this
They want it to stop…..we reblog it to the extreme
No no no lol please don’t
Forever reblog until 2017
O my god no
i cant stop laughing
until 2017
only 3 more years.
I already added this to my queue, I don’t even know if i’ll still be on tumblr then
only 3 more years
It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline
I can’t believe it’s not butter
No this is Patrick
Bitch said its not delivery, its digiorno, can I die now ?
It’s patrick or nothing