|—||Kurt Vonnegut (via fnurfnur)|
My quietest place was under 100 metres from my house. It’s a little clearing in a nearby forest. I also found an abandoned bike! (I don’t think you could ride it though.) As you can see, there’s still lots of snow in Kuusamo, Finland.
His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.
i wanna know you better than the back of my hand, and what keeps you up at 2am.
i wanna know what song has been stuck in your head, and how you’d look in my bed.
i wanna know what words are on the tip of your tongue, and hear about your dreams, even when you have none.
i wanna know what brings tears to your eyes, and what your face would look like if i kissed the inside of your thighs.
i wanna know how you like your coffee in the morning, and how cute you look when you’re snoring.
i wanna know you better.
graph paper//iced tea stains//pens//school
I’m not delicate and beautiful.
I’m not your Sunday morning cup of tea.
I’m not sunflowers and sunshine.
I never have been.
I’m your Friday night downpour,
booming with thunder—
with streaks of lightning
exploding from my veins.
I’m a tidal wave of thoughts
and feelings that will
end up drowning you.
I’m that moment of calm
that washes over you, when
you realize that you’re not
making it back up to ocean’s surface,
and you stop fighting.
I am destruction and chaos.
I am the poison that has
Don’t get too close,
because it will only
result in disaster.
|—||(85/365) by (DS)|
This is a t-shirt that you can actually buy if you roam around enough on the Internet.
Experimental Relationship by Yijun Liao
motherfucker what is this shit, sand? fuck sand. i hate sand. thanks, mom. thanks for absolutely nothing, leaving me here on this fucking beach, is that a fucking seagull? oh my god, mom, you suck more than anything has ever sucked. i’m getting to that ocean just so i can urinate on your carapace. i’m gonna urinate on it so hard. fucking sand. i think five of my brothers just got eaten. good, i hated those assholes. i’m coming, mom. you’ve got blood on your flippers, bitch.