There is a growing migraine behind my right eye and it’s been so for over a week. When the slightest event, word, reaction rubs me the wrong way I get involuntarily vision spasms. I should probably go back to sleep even though I’ve been up less than 8 hours.
Joanna Newsom - Peach, Plum, Pear.
Now it’s done
Watch it go
And you’ve changed, some
Water run from the snow
have a nice life - i don’t love // deathconsciousness
i don’t wanna live like this any more
i don’t wanna live at all
You once said Death is nature’s way of saying “your table’s ready.” We wish we could’ve waited with you a little longer.
As a child, I was pretty lonely. Not totally, but it was there, and such people as Robin Williams (especially him, actually) made it okay. He was a brilliant man and even though it’s been years since I’ve seen him in action, I still find myself crying over his death. I made the resolve back then as a little one to never live to see the day my idols died, but it’s too late. Rest well, Mr. Williams. I don’t know what comes after a person shuffles off the mortal coil, but I hope whatever it is, that it takes you softly and sweetly as deserved.
Made out of (mostly) found objects for my beautiful Angerine's birthday today! The party starts around now so here's to hoping she's not just wasting time on tumblr and ends up viewing it before I can present it in person.
(No snails were harmed in the making of this gift; I found the shell already hollowed out.)
the only way to delete my existence off the internet is to go back in time and deny me internet access in the first place Im in too deep theres nothing i can do
no love deep web
first i was like huh what willow smith
then i was like hUH WHAT WILLOW sMITH?!?!?!??
a lot has happened since whip my hair and its for the better bUT SHE IS LIKE 13 AND COOLER THAN ME SO LIKE?????????????????????
Look at it like this: no human would ever keep your history in such a way for your own benefit. It’s a dirt file to be brought up whenever they feel like it. They already keep track of where you are and who you talk to through phone usage, but now they want to know more - your thoughts, what you do, what you keep yourself entertained with when you aren’t mobile.
My father in response to the governments plan to write and enact legislation forcing ISPs and mobile service providers to store ‘metadata’ on all Australian citizens for at least two years— under the safety blanket that is ‘anti-terrorism procedure’.
I find how some general perceptions of ‘Hell’ changes over time very interesting and, in retrospect, obviously a mirror held upon life itself - in the beginning, hell had been (and still is by some) seen as a dark, fiery pit where you suffer pains for eternity. Never ending laborious torture. Since this is only a baby-thought I haven’t done further research on the topic; however in more modern times I’ve seen repeatedly the idea brought up that hell is endless waiting. Lines that never end, never move - and if they do, only serving to send you right back to the bottom of the proverbial hill, Sisyphus. Only there isn’t that much physical work involved any longer. The boulder has disappeared from the shoulders of the damned; to be replaced with sheer mind-numbing boredom and a stagnation most foul.
I wonder which would be the less punishing of the two.
Watching it makes my insides squeal with joy. Caleb is good people. Sit and appreciate pl0x, I mean I always become awestruck when I see/hear of/capture friends doing cool things I can’t but we need to draw a line somewhere in the realm of before you took a flying leap-kick over it already, music especially gets my heart rate waxing and waning with the feel of the song but this just plain makes moi giddy
I just sit up all night and into the sun, methodically plucking my hair out one by one. Pity, it was going so well.
Have you ever heard a song that made you sad? :) Reblog if you think you’re being watched