takohai:

repeat after me: 

there is nothing wrong with wanting attention
there is nothing wrong with wanting human contact
there is nothing wrong with wanting validation for your existence 
there is nothing wrong with wanting your hard work to be recognized

there is nothing wrong with wanting attention

I disagree

(via psycho-delic-cunt)


wild-earth:

10bullets:

by Rob Janné

My favourite animal <3

Awh my dear gawd

wild-earth:

10bullets:

by 

My favourite animal <3

Awh my dear gawd




mentalalchemy:

magictransistor:

Ernst Haeckel, Kunstformen der Natur : Art Forms of Nature (Lithographic and Autotype prints), Published in sets of ten between 1899 and 1904.

I just came

(via sunflower-sue)


Dang ol anus

I have butt blisters :/


Protest the Hero — Yellow Teeth

Passing judgment with haste and laying to waste
those who stand before us and dishonour the faith.
A dramatic opinion, but an opinion the same.
An attempt now to make right, not to enthrall or defame.

An opinion piece, one after another.
Laid fat from feast, one after another.

A man is nothing more than what others claim he is,
so speak clear and ill of me and so it will be.
The grating sound of my voice. The yellowing of my teeth.
Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me.
Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me.

I found myself awake last night.
May the players take their place,
repeat their lines exactly to my public disgrace.
The years exaggerate how horrible it was
to be stricken silent with no explanation for the cause.
I can’t be the only one losing sleep
over things I should or shouldn’t have done.
They are the rope around the neck.
They are the blade pressed to the wrist.
It might seem detrimental, but it’s meaningless.

Left to my own devices, I am strange.
I’m a liar-entertained.

They are the rope around the neck.
They are the blade pressed to the wrist.
It might seem detrimental, but it’s meaningless.
[x2]

A man is nothing more than what others claim he is,
so speak clear and ill of me and so it will be.
The grating sound of my voice. The yellowing of my teeth.
Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me.
Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me.

I am no one to be reviled.
I am no one to be admired.
Jumping rope at the end of the street,
I am every and every is me.


Beyond depressed


occupt:

Know Your Enemy

occupt:

Know Your Enemy

(via psycho-delic-cunt)


(via p-i-r-a-d-o)