Strange Interlude

May252012

And yet still, I care about you. Still I love you when I shouldn’t. I need to move past, to find something better. I know she won’t cut it. I know she’ll give me half of what I got from you. But I need to. At least until I get some stability, get used to the idea of you in your own world. If I can. She can give me intimacy. I need someone who can give me eyes that see and smile with lips that have kissed life.

2AM

I thought you couldn’t disappoint me more. Apparently I was wrong. You’ve been moonlighting as someone’s secret girlfriend for what, 3 months? And now you’re going to move in with him? Get a cosy place. No wonder you didn’t like me bringing up old subjects. You’re on with the new. Even if the new is all horrible, all depressing. You are doing this to yourself.

May132012

todayinhistory:

April 18th 1930: Nothing happened
On this day in 1930 BBC Radio announced in a 6.30pm news bulletin that there was no news for that day and instead played piano music for the duration of the programme.
“Good evening. Today is Good Friday. There is no news.”- BBC presenter

April 18th 1930: Nothing happened

On this day in 1930 BBC Radio announced in a 6.30pm news bulletin that there was no news for that day and instead played piano music for the duration of the programme.

“Good evening. Today is Good Friday. There is no news.”
- BBC presenter

(via shes-over)

May122012

dannytrinket:

cespur:

gagarinparty:

icantbelieveitsnotsanity:

dancingpurge:

thefuchsiaruler:

felopez:

gloomyteens:

do you see this image? this is the computer generated image of what the world is going to look like in december of 2012. it’s a horribel sight isn’t it? stop this madness, lets prevent the ending of the world. stop kony 2012

No, this is an MRI of someone dying. The brain releases a endorphins at the moment of death, making them feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.

Say hello to mechanically separated chicken.

This is a picture of my friend Becky. She used to be a happy, popular girl until one night she snorted marijuana at a party. She died instantly. Please, don’t do marijuana. It’s the most dangerous drug out there. Please don’t wind up like Becky.

No you guys this is what an abortion looks like at nine months. Reblog if you’re against the baby-killing liberal media.

When did this become hotter than this?

I can’t do this.

(Source: mythirdtry, via what-can-i-do-but-wait)

May112012

Glass Flower

So I have this blown glass flower.

I made it.

Its purple and red and orange and green and perfect and smooth.

And every night before I go to sleep, for the last couple months, I have kissed it deeply and intimately. I have tried to imprint my soul into every kiss. Sometimes just once, sometimes five hundred times all over. My hope is to imbue the glass with part of myself and my love for everything, to try and make it more than a glass flower.

Someday, when I find someone who I know is perfectly right for it, who will take care of it and see it for what it is, I will give it to them. And I will give part of my soul with it. And it will make me the happiest person who has ever lived.

May92012