…i mean i’m a wolf to other people i’m all fire in between my 
teeth, i could crunch on your bones for breakfast
and still have time for tea and yet i can’t fucking 
tear you out of me.

-the best poet on here: inkskinned (via darius-the-cadillac)

haha i am not the best by far but i am glad you like my work you’re way too sweet !!! :) ahhh

(via inkskinned)

(via inkskinned)

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Natural selection, an error in my genetic make up, tried to kill me. Medical science saved me… Does that mean I’m living on borrowed time? Is that why i feel like I’m not meant to be here? Is that why I’m so destructive with myself? Is that why I can/will not find peace?
— What keeps me up at night (via myrealityofdiabetes)

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twodefenestrate:

mahinamalihini:

thegestianpoet:

stopitsgingertime:

MY ALARM GOES OFF SO I ROLL OVER AND CHECK MY PHONE AND MY AMERICAN GODS GOOGLE ALERT HAS DELIVERED THIS BOUNTY UNTO ME????????

AM I STILL FUCKING DREAMING, I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE THE GODDAMN DAY, BRYAN FULLER YOU ARE MAKING MY WILDEST DREAMS COME TRUE ONE CARNIVOROUS VAGINA AT A TIME

I don’t even know shit about American Gods but both of these headlines are GOLD

Haunted forever by that scene. HO FORTH AND REAAAD

IS THIS REAL LIFE?!

(via dangling-participles)

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Is it always the same story, then? Somebody loves and somebody doesn’t, or loves less, or loves someone else. Or someone is a good soul and someone is a villain. And there are just these episodes, anecdotes, places, pauses, hailings of cabs, overcomings of obstacles, or instances of being overcome by them, illness, accidents, recoveries, wars, desires, welcomings, rebuffs, baskings (rare, not so long), pinings (more frequent, perhaps, and longer), actions, failures to act, hesitations, proliferations, endings of the line, until there is death.
— From Pitch Dark by Renata Adler. (via othersashas)

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steady-damage-to-us-all:

let it go 🔥 on We Heart It.

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themidnightblues:

130186:

Most famous post of 130186

Need. All. Need.

(via magicalgirldaenerys)

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Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via littlebaldbeth)

(Source: ilikethethingsyouwrite, via littlebaldbeth)

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