January 2012
Fear and Loathing in Bikini bottom
Sappho, fr. 22
gammasandgerunds:
] ]work ]face ] ] if not, winter ]no pain ] ]I bid you sing of Gongyla, Abanthis, taking up your lyre as (now again) longing floats around you,
you beauty. For her dress when you saw it stirred you. And I rejoice. In fact she herself once blamed me Kyprogeneia
because I prayed...
“The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe’s pajamas.”
– Tom Robbins (via masochistictaintedadulation)
“The outsider, estranged from himself and society, cannot experience either...”
– The blurb of The Divided Self: An Existential Study in Sanity and Madness, by R.D. Laing (via mirroir)
today.
(via vanswearingen)
I took a Vitamin water to class and sat in the front and my teacher is so cute and has the best French accent but there were ants all under the label of the bottle and I was freaking out and he kept looking at me and then gave an impromptu speech on being successful and cutting the bullshit and working harder as if he knew that I spent all day yesterday drinking and all day today sitting in one...
puttingdescartesbeforethehorse:
Never attach music you love to someone you love or you may end up hating both of them.
holy crap this BASICALLY EVERYTHING I LOVE
"I feel like you make jokes to mask when you're...
BRAVO, AWARENESS OF THE CENTURY.
Reverse the accepted order of things.: Remember... →
puttingdescartesbeforethehorse:
Remember that time today at community service when a guy gave a big long rant about how he loves Obama and how educating young african american children is so important today and we all thought he seemed like a normal good dude, but then an hour later he went on this 30 minute long tirade about…
nobody remembers, shut up.
Sometimes when they interview the addicts family...
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Notebooks →
Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.
Dyed Siberian horse.
As thin as a repeated dream.
The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.
The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible curve of the world.
Lost in the immensity of surfaceless blue sky like air piled on air.
On the great...
I'm sure she is a nice girl lololol
I literally don't know where I'd be without google...
“Life was immeasurably better once I forced myself to stop taking it seriously.”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via beautyisanillusion)
ok whoever got “this was a real nice clambake” from carousel stuck in my head yesterday can go promptly eat a plate of glass
“I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no...”
– (via midwest-monster)
“I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of...”
– Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi, Rumi (via hypnobate)