when i was a child, i kept notebooks full of sketches and plans for myself as an adult. i kept, however infrequently, journals outlining the route i had mapped for myself, marker points of stories to remind me of what i never wanted to be again. i once left my mother a note on the unit telling her to go shopping, i had gone to sleep forever.
to the flicker of a match and the tune of a torch song, i shared needles with hedonism and kept bloodties with alcohol. whatever was available; the bottle i could afford, a glass left by a customer, the morning dregs of the night before, courage, i'd have drank piss to make it until lunchtime.
these days, i'm on a journey. when i knew i couldn't go on any longer, i made a sacrifice. i gave up my once solid life by the sea and the city and i moved to a house by a river in the south of scotland. i returned home once to indulge myself making frenzied love to my former self, and i left feeling sorrowful, sick and full of love.
the next time i leave britain, i will be bound for melbourne.
i am ripping open scars.
i will not stop until i am new.
this is my diary of this journey.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
playing the flute
wtf is this a joke no
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
(Source: pandavalkyrie)
Street Faces by Aurélien Fontanet
When you laugh, the world laughs with you. Often times literally with creepy faces that appear to be built in to the surrounding sidewalks, walls, and devices. Quietly they watch, judging… contemplating some secret fate that is yet to befall you and fostering a perverse pleasure in not being able to warn you (they are inanimate objects after all, they can’t talk, you know. You’re probably just imagining things anyways).
Artist: Behance
Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
A gathering of pregnant men.
I forgot to cat
Decided to dog.
(Source: ihavemyboydays)
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socially conscious vodka? SIGN. ME. THE FUCK. UP.
“Leave the country under the premise of “finding yourself.” This will be unsuccessful. Places do not change people. Instead, do a lot of solo drinking, read a lot of books, have sex in dirty hostels, and come home when you start to miss it.”
Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
Don’t bother u
Don’t bother me
Dream Street by Evelina Kremsdorf
my sense of style is
“fuck im late”
“what is this”
“i love this shirt im gonna wear it for 2 weeks straight”
(Source: marrrlboro-menthol)
