brttny32194:

but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.

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ladymacmeth:

nau-see:

this cake is literally a perfect representation of my current mental state

same

ladymacmeth:

nau-see:

this cake is literally a perfect representation of my current mental state

same

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the easiest way to describe it is that no matter how drunk I’ve gotten the only person I’ve ever sent embarassing drunken texts is my brother, because while I love the people in my life more than kittens and rainbows my brother is the safest person I know because hes basically a part of me and there is nothing I cant say to him, even though half the time we dont need to say anything because we sense each others mood perfectly

no but really my brother is a huge dork and a total asshole, but we’re a team

when I go to family gatherings without him, people always ask me where my brother is. we were always together when we were kids, and lbr we usually still are

I guess it comes with having dysfunctional parents but my brother has always looked out for me, down to picking up my little stuffed mouse called timmy every time I dropped him in the street. some of my happiest memories are me and my brother having breakfast together on sunday mornings watching documentaries about the stars. with our second family therapist, he got super pissed on my behalf and blamed our parents for what we at the time thought was simple depression, and I’ve never seen him so vindictive. but its not a one way street, and I taught him the proper way to make hot chocolate (which is now his favorite drink) and I mediated between him and our parents.

the art teacher called him my soulmate, for the way I can always feel his presence even when he isnt there. its a silly idea, but he is super important

when I was little I asked a friend with three siblings how she could bear to love three people so much

I adressed my suicide note to him, and I’m still too scared to look at it

my brother and I dont fight and we always have each others back and he’s just so fucking important I dont think I’ll ever be able to explain it

my brother missed me

he missed me enough to get up early tomorrow so he can see me for a half hour car before I disappear off to a festival

he was on vacation with friends and got back today and my parents have been looking after his hamster and my brother suggested I come along tomorrow morning to bring it

I dont know why I find this so endearing, but he’s missed me

ughhhh I really need to pack for tomorrow but ugggghgghhg

I’m watching ncis and being super sleepy but if I get up I need to pack because I cant go to bed before I do that

ughgghghg

theplanitmars:

Sometimes I have a hard time believing that beautiful images involve me.

Other times, I can’t understand why I would ever doubt it.

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youcanfuckingbiteme:

Playing a Bethesda game like

image

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katanafatale:

goldenlady25:

Devil in a red dress, she’s a killa.

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I’m dead. 🙌

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Don’t leave me here alone.

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pagewoman:

via thecommonphotographer
Thropton, Northumberland, England :)

pagewoman:

via 

ThroptonNorthumberland, England :)

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zeeewa:

deaf iranian girl who wears rather large, beautiful rings to punch the people who disrespect her

zeeewa:

deaf iranian girl who wears rather large, beautiful rings to punch the people who disrespect her

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Polyamory, with Knives

apoemaday:

by Jeanann Verlee

Just because you fell in love with the river
doesn’t mean you must feed it your bones.

You can take new lovers. Wine, for instance.
And bread. Difficult shoes. Little blue pills.

The first boy’s knife. The bowie, the buck,
the chef’s. Switch, pocket, butcher, butter.

You can submerge in a hotel bath, drainage
ditch, Newton Creek, East River. The sea.

Eat the whole pan of lasagna. The entire box
of Thin Mints. You can go down in mimosas.

You can lose yourself in Clifton, or Sexton,
Walker, Hooks, Rich, Atwood. Or Hughes.

Even the boxer whose poems sewed you shut.
Whose hands pulled you from the red red tub.

The boy who became boxer who became
man who became poet who became husband.

Yes, you can love the river. The knife. The pills.
The wine. You can love a thousand lonelinesses.

You can love the man and each of his hands.
Love the brine and the meat and all the tiny ruins.

(Source: nailedmagazine.com)

militanthope:

"My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me" - Jenny Holzer

militanthope:

"My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me" - Jenny Holzer

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