somecallmethegangsteroflove:

theperksofdefloweringawall:

protowilson:

‘Fuck You!’ starring Tony Abbott. He really has his finger on the pulse of the nation his dick.

And this is the man who is leading in the national polls. 

have mercy

Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy (via princess)

(Source: endangerment, via divine-lesbians)

I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.

selfdoubtandsyphilis:

dankestrnemes:

do animals think in english or in the sounds they make

this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

(via divine-lesbians)

Buckminster Fuller, “I Seem To Be a Verb,” 1970   (via prairie-ghost)

(Source: difference-is-happy, via spaghetti-for-brains)

I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process.

thefrecklebum:

coooode:

And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.

It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. 
(x)

You know when you read something that’s so accurate that you don’t know how to words?
Yeah.

How I feel almost every night. D:

(via thornofsociety)

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

(Source: feather-eclair, via lightningslittlepeanuthouse)

(via drankles)