Filed ↓ She so fine
Elenia
'I kissed your lips and I tasted blood'
Returning to Tumblr because it’s exam season and my current means of procrastination are insufficient.
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Love this, love animalsOwls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronised to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.
will forever reblog for that comment ^
LMFAOOOOO! “Dance of FUCKING DOOM”
And the one eating the rat looks thrilled.
(Source: tubaeric, via oneextendedhyperbole)
A World to Burn
Hand me my matches, my dear,
And let’s burn to the ground,
In sensual fury
And self-gratification
Instant satisfaction
Lust and desire,
Fire, my dear,
Let’s burn to the ground…
When Andromeda was twelve, her town was attacked.
When Andromeda was thirteen, she started to build her army.
When Andromeda was fourteen, she got control of her town.
Now, a decade later, her town is under attack once again, and this time she will defend it.
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Read more here.
When you need to smile but you can’t afford it.
When the corridors & all of the stairs are making you tired.
When the floor is more familiar than the ceiling…
TAKING STEPS BUT YOU NEED TO MOVE FASTER.
follow me
i’ll be your river
FOLLOW ME… I’ll keep you floating…
I’ll never stop breaking the law for you…
WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET WHAT YOU NEED,
IGNORE THE ALARMS, IGNORE THE POLICE…
To: You, I will give the world & more…
To: You, I will NEVER be cold…
SURRENDER
FOLLOW ME
28/02/twentytwelve
POEM: SPEECH CLAMPEDI don’t know how to speak,
I’m being fed words but I spit them out…
Projecting no sound
Retrieving the nutrients
But the evidence isn’t found.
Anger & rage
Echoing through frustration.
Mind boggling expectations,
Stunned within a frown.
I’ve lost.
Can’t win.
I don’t know how to speak,
It’s not a lie.
Not a plea for acceptance,
It is not attention I seek.
Rain pouring like tears,
Tears trickling like the rain.
My heart is not unhappy
but the joyful music of the rain produces
a beat within my thunder.
I just don’t know how to speak…
How to utter a letter.
How to touch the peak.
I stay silent & the silence is deep.
I slope down
Screaming sweet nothings
Loving not enough
Loving you but a dot
My heart whispers what my lips cannot.
Speaking
Talking
Blurbing
Chatting
Vomiting
Healing the result of speechless speech.
By Analese Thomas-Strachan
Who needs Johnlock smut when you have the Sherlock Holmes Mysteries by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
(via bitchesbeclothed)
Sous les pavés, la plage! (“Beneath the paving stones - the beach!”) is an anonymous May 68 graffiti, Paris 1968
Spoils of War
When Andromeda was twelve, her town was attacked. Now, a decade later, her town is under attack once again, and this time she will defend it. - C’est un conte de la guerre, pas de la gloire; de ceux qui tomber, pas ceux qui triomphe. This is a tale of war, not of glory; of those who fall, not those who triumph.
When Andromeda was thirteen, she started to build her army.
When Andromeda was fourteen, she got control of her town.
Avant et sur tout, c’est un conte de la mort.
Before and above all, this is a tale of death.
Oh, dear me. Tell you what:
The Teletubbies’ house looks like the awkward love child of the TARDIS and Bag End.
…My Gods…
(via catnipgaleandpitabread)
