Greater Minds Than Mine

I originally planned to convey something along the lines of how people enjoy defecating on my happiness--read as head--but realized it might very well be taken literally.
gets me
got me
I have to assume my parents were aware, in naming me, I could never grow up to be right.
Left Dais

That kind of morning

(via well-fuck-you-too-then)


I don’t need to imagine the conversations we have. You are the dream.


“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” -Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Shoes: Nicholas Kirkwood
Photo Credit: Jamie Beck & Kevin Burg of Ann Street Studio





“There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison.”

― Jane Austen, Persuasion



(via alisonnbries)


Tried to post this before i went under but it never went through. Waiting For an upper endoscopy. Still trying to figure something out about episode 501 of community. 502’s going to be great, 503’s going to be greater, 504 makes me cry sometimes…it’s really great to be back. It’s religiously,…


The lamplight flickers in the night. Time reads half passed zero one. The light fades. Stars appear unfamiliar. Alike but different. I don’t know where I am. What I am. The wind brings with it the scent of nature. Amiss a taint of wastes and exhaust. It all feels wrong. Another poor decision. Reminds me of home. #Ghostwritten #ElevenTwoFourLocal


(via kayla--drew)

There’s a feeling I haven’t thought I’d be able to feel again. When things get bad enough it’s usually turned inward. Becomes further fuel for the hatred that burns for me, from me, I feel the uncontrollable urge to shatter my hands. The very modus oprerandi used to create so much. Just to break them, never to be used again. To never have to deal with falling short. With reaching my limits and realizing just how insignificant I ever was.

This is different though. This time I still have the urge but the pursuit is different. This feeling is crushing me. Crippling me. I want to, escape. Murderous intent becomes unintelligible from the rage. I must find some way to calm down. This isn’t a good place to be in. But I feel myself slipping. I updated my site for the first time in over 11 months. I did so in attempt to try to vent there. But with what it had become, it was just easier to do so here.

I am a monster. A demon. A shadow, less than human. I am a killer. To pretend otherwise was just a lie. I guess the darkest parts are very much dwelling comfortably where they’ve always been. I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. I don’t know that losing these fangs are for the best.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. Lie. I know exactly why. It hurts. It hurts to know. My Everything was hurt and that devastates me. Writing’s not helping. I’ll dnif the strength. This is not where my attention should be. Not the time to be lost in such a place. A different fight awaits me. I don’t know that anything less than a man could be acceptable. Humanity. Can’t give it up, not with my Light at stake. No.

…must do better.


Ravens vs. Crows. Something I was always curious about.



why isn’t there a “listen i’m about to marathon this entire series in one day so you can stop playing the theme song and recapping for me” button on netflix and hulu


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She must be unhappy too. Unhappy people are sensitive to the unhappiness of others.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human (via tsukitears)



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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

Unknown. (via j-wolf-harding)


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