When I’m sad, I tend to sit on the computer for hours on end.

Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.
Alan Keightley (via psych-facts)

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nervous-princess:

voiceofnature:

So I dyed my cats pink with leftover beet water. No regrets! <3 :D
I had to wash them because of some oil spill they had gotten into, and chose to use the beet water, which is perfectly safe. I had no idea it would really make them this pink.

oh my goodness

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There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.
Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via de-payse)

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vardaesque:

polmos:

Salvador Dali Taking His Anteater for a Walk, Paris 1969

Salvador Dali Not Giving A Single Fuck, Paris 1969

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sailorp00n:

earthmoth:

youngparis:

Cocoon and Evolved Metallic Mechanitis Butterfly Chrysalis from Costa Rica 

I wanna be reincarnated into this butterfly after I pass. Like holy fuck.

nutuh…

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But comparing zodiac signs.

Inconjunct.

Sometimes it’s almost as if I forget I have a consciousness.

Sometimes it’s really easy to forget I am a person. I am an entity.

Sometimes everything is so plain.

Figuring out I’m in denial about being in denial is a huge step in the right direction.

But I don’t want things to be like this. I’m so stuck. Two beautiful lions and two faces inside of the same person. They don’t sit equal distance to me, not a one.

Blurry, blurry. You’re like frosted glass. From time to time, your station’s static fizzles into recognition. Your image shoots out and it’s all I can see. I close my eyes and you’re on so loud a hundred memories shred through me. But my head’s screaming to just think of something else. Think of something else and everything will be just fine.

Just fine.

Fine.

That word aches.

My mother’s voice on the phone ached. Hannah being there for my father’s conversation. He’s not there much, huh?

Work sucked, too. The Eddies were over when I got home, so the night was not lost, and Hannah’s always a wonder.

I’m so excited about her Easter basket.

Sleepy time.