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♥graham is here♥
only cried because of samwise the brave in lotr
♥♥♥sam♥♥♥

❝ The self-portrait: Swallowing glass chips to stay interesting. Keeping my insides cut so at least something comes out when I open my mouth. Spitting up blood. Calling it poetry. Calling it a performance. Calling it everything but what it is. Self-deprecation for the sake of humility. Self-dissolution to keep them guessing. Playing the same game until it stops becoming one. Turning tricks until they become habit. Here are some jokes I’ve made so many times they’ve lost their punchline: Texting late at night, check. Bleeding dirty thoughts and regret. Throwing up and forgetting the mess. Getting thin out of pure neglect. Check. Check. Check. This isn’t a way to grow up, but what else is there? Nice house? Nice car? Nice mouth? Nice girl? Wait. Didn’t you used to be such a nice girl? (I stole that line right out of the mouth of the concerned aunt who gave me a once-over last Christmas.) Let’s try this again. Nice girl. Nice girls don’t stay out late. They don’t forget their friends. They don’t drop everything and move for the sake of adventure. Nice girls don’t lie in the middle of the street and call it therapy. They don’t know how to become ghosts in two seconds flat. Nice girl. What happened to her? Killed her. Cursed her. Kept her hungry in the basement for so long that she gave up and went home. Pushed her aside and cared for poetry, coffee, and burnt curtains instead. Nice girl. Why don’t you call her up again? Ask her where she’s been? Ah, but where’s the fun in that? ❞
- The Self-Portrait | Lora Mathis 
It’s good fun writing like you’re insane  (via lora-mathis)

i.)
The scraping of metal to metal,
fracturing of glass, the ejection of
airbag cushioning your chest:
a boxing glove hugging your sternum.
Siren songs follow shortly after.
People ask, Are you okay?

ii.)
Air at 2:47 AM seems to carry sound better.
It’s clearer, cleaner; there’s less muddled
space for the sonic notes to travel. As they
nestle neatly into my ears, I stand
feet away from the train tracks.
The whistle yells at the top of it’s lungs:
Please look out for me. I don’t want to hurt you.

iii.)
When you left, there wasn’t any rubble,
debris, or disaster zone. Ground zero
looked exactly like the cutting ceremony.
The worst part was the silence. Nothingness
pounded my ears closed. I couldn’t even
hear my own breathing. I forgot what a
heartbeat was.


- Cacophony by Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)

In case u missed how hot I am when I posted selfies earlier ❤️

In case u missed how hot I am when I posted selfies earlier ❤️

 #me
afrda:

trashyscum:

euo:

Sext: I wish you were dead


me to me

I wish I was dead

afrda:

trashyscum:

euo:

Sext: I wish you were dead

me to me

I wish I was dead

bubonickitten:

bekutaa:

mrdappersden:

I Don’t Understand Young People And They Scare Me: I Just Want To Live In The Past Forever

bubonickitten:

bekutaa:

mrdappersden:

I Don’t Understand Young People And They Scare Me: I Just Want To Live In The Past Forever

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bearmod:

Getting ready for BYOB Toronto at The Powerplant Powerball this Thursday.  I’m catering it maybe?  

bearmod:

Getting ready for BYOB Toronto at The Powerplant Powerball this Thursday.  I’m catering it maybe?  

wrasslers:

do you wanna look like this skeleton

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or THIS skeleton?

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drink a milk kids

wocinsolidarity:

socialismartnature:

Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.
That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.

sickening 

wocinsolidarity:

socialismartnature:

Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.

That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.

sickening 

troylerisinyou:

i guess you learn something new every day