(Source: iraffiruse, via orange-tictacs)
(Source: cairo-, via pillowtomydots)
"We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever."
Carl Sagan (via blua)
Animals thrown into circus slavery are beaten, cut with hooks, tied up and kept in tiny cages for extended periods of time.
Then when one causes pain to a human, it’s because “the animal is dangerous.” Makes complete sense. I say that animal is no threat, just doing what any sentient being does when wronged, getting revenge.
(via fuckyeahcompassion)
"I feel the pain of everything, it’s what I am, I’m in it for life."
For Life - Godflesh (via itallturnsbad)
(via miss-slaughter)
"I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done."
Henry Rollins (via stkameric)
(Source: onthesurfaceofthelips, via stkameric)
"Beauty and purity go hand in hand, and are tied up in a false sense of modesty. This type of attractiveness comes from being white, virginal, conventionally attractive and actively or deliberately ignorant of meeting that standard of attractiveness. It comes from needing to be seen as beautiful even “without any makeup on” but in “skin-tight jeans” if you’re Katy Perry, from Bruno Mars ‘knowing’ that “when I compliment her, she won’t believe me,” and in reminding a boy that he should be dating a girl who isn’t a shallow hussy, if you’re Taylor Swift.
All of this encourages girls to constantly strive to meet an arbitrary standard of attractiveness that fuels multiple industries (dieting and cosmetics, primarily) while reminding them that their job is to be appealing to men but never to admit that they’re trying to be good-looking for men, and never admit that they look good – especially if they’re not skinny or white. It creates a maelstrom of unhealthy attitudes about girls’ bodies and sexuality. Girls must be all things: attractive and unknowing, winking about sex and flaunting their sexuality but never expressing desire or – worse – actually having sex, and presenting their bodies as sexually available while deriding those girls whose sex lives are more active than their own. They must do all this while being straight, slender and white and preferably blonde or they’re not really even in the game to begin with."
Teen Pop and the Culture of Purity (via sparkamovement)
(via sasha-c-sasha)
(via you-are-such-a-fuckass)
(via cmback)
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society."
Jiddu Krishnamurti (via mirroir)
(Source: nirvikalpa, via miss-slaughter)
emmacherry: How to self distruct: First, fall in love. let the ice melt from a...
How to self distruct:
First, fall in love. let the ice melt from a cage
around your heart, and watch as icebergs fill
your floor. do not let them drown. hold them
gently, like a single breast. things will be
fragile.
Understand that loving is a gift, and mask your woes with birdsong. you are one match in a box of thousands. they will never let you die. whisper things to moths. enlighten the eagles that come out at night. let all the world know. Care too much. Toss the icebergs freely. watch them shatter. pay attention to the scent of a hundred people crying. sprinkle tears like salt on melon. gnaw at the flesh. there is no point living. Throw away phone numbers. read street signs as colors. let symbols melt, too. wade through the growing pool at your feet. you will be one match in a box of twenty.
You will not burn forever.
"the medicine
the hope
the blood
the fear
the trust
the crush
the work
the loss
the love
the test
the birth
the end
the finale
the design
the design
the design in the stars is the same in our hearts
the design in the stars is the same in our hearts"
Derrick C Brown (via thegames-ownsake)
(via theorthodoxheretic)
(Source: runthebalaclava, via katerhymess)
(Source: laylali, via thesafaridiscoclub)
out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
out where the waves crash contempt on the land
someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
somebody silently reached for their hand
said, understand that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
and besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm
so come down with me to the shore
and what’s more, I adore you
so tell me, what is there to fear
you think some seraph up above is trying to rob us of our love
because the sky’s not clear
my dear, you know there’s not
now listen to the rain upon the rooftop
but the wind picked up
