How I feel in the A.M.
(Source: roskington)
So true.
(Source: russias-delights)
David Alfaro Siqueiros. The Dance of the Rain. Watercolor. An Art Nouveau illustration published in the newspaper ‘El Universal’, January 24, 1919.
When you think
OOOOOPHHHH you ugly. You uuuugly…
And then you feel really bad, publish your post, and log off Tumblr.
I miss thisss!
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 professional-princess)
(Source: onthesurfaceofthelips, via alittledysfunctional)
Ru droppin’ truth bombs.
mother ru knows best
(Source: dirtylies-myregards, via chaiafterdinner)
Currently.
(Source: broadwaydinosaur)
(Source: amysperfection)
Thomas Hood, London 1872, Gustave Doré illus. for “The Bridge of Sighs”
Utterly beautiful.
(via lifebeforethefiasco)
Hal Sparks | You’ve been saying those phrases backwards. Now, stop it. (x)
See! Michael agrees with me!
Ahahah. Love This.
Logically speaking.
(Source: antiquers, via alittledysfunctional)
If that’s what you want to call it.
I exist online as an entity. Reality is nothing but a joke because I am either distraught, or drunk. Oftentimes it’s a combination of the two, which is lethal.
Walking on eggshells, avoiding the cockroaches, looking over my shoulder. Knowing what I did wrong, not knowing what I did wrong, feeling wrong for something. Neglecting to make talent meet skill, regretting the past, resigning myself to a miserable future. The lump in my throat, am I going to get a pimple where my glasses rest on the bridge of my nose? Unhappiness and the occasional crumb of someone else’ happiness, being a fucking vulture, not caring. Suffocating myself with others, sleeping on the couch, sleeping on someone’s floor, having sex with strangers, lying, being lied to. Why aren’t you speaking to me today? Why do you like to make me feel stupid and worthless? Hating my body, calling myself a skeleton, but it really hurts my feelings when you tell me that, you think I don’t see myself as such already? Addiction. Faking bonds, severing ties, building things I can easily destroy. Being bored, but having a million things to do. Not knowing where I stand, standing for something so passionately it starts to ache. Being taken for a fool, clinging to any man who seems to be interested, falling on my face again, just like I knew would happen. Just like I fucking knew.
I am NOT an online entity. I am a human being and this is real and it’s not a joke. And I made a choice to live instead of die.
UNF
I don’t need a reason to touch you,
I’ll resort to any old excuse,
I have no one else I can cling to,
This is my preferred method of abuse.
You hold your leg up with your hand,
My brain instantly clicks rewind,
It’s just so much more than I can stand,
I wanna fuck you from behind.
umph
Love,
Brett
Mos Def oozes sex, if for nothing else but his talent.
(Source: dojatoldya)
