February 2012
73 posts
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i learned about the fifth force theory yesterday. it blew my motherfucking puny mind. in mentally handicapped terms, i will describe it as best as i can. basically, imagine consciousness—that is, YOU. your thoughts, emotions, desires; both conscious and unconscious, real or imagined, repressed or fucking celebrated.—as a force, like gravity, or electromagnetism. just simply a force of...
im too hard on myself, they say. over and over again. a shit cheery mantra made even worse by the fact that they believe it. they really do think im good, or worth it, them, their time. they do believe i deserve better, that i should forgive myself, that my mistakes dont define me. its nice to think its true, sometimes. but it just fucking isnt.
and its so hard to ignore them because the thing...
“You have a heart of gold
and I am kneeling in your bloodstream
panning for the...”
– Andrea Gibson, from “Staircase” (via loveyourchaos)
“When I was 18 I wanted to fuck on the floor and break shit. When I was 25 I...”
– Sylvia Plath (via breathlesshomicidalslimemutants)
once the novelty of it wore off
i enjoyed blue valentine. it was honest.
interwar:
do you ever just look at children of couples in films or television shows and go
no
you are genetically impossible
that is not a dominant allele
tranquillum asked: lol why'd you put " :| " ?
tranquillum:
things that turn me on:
good grammer
correct puntaction
you mentioned you like star wars
:| :| :| :| :| :| :| :|
eh-hem
hey, don’t sweat it
