Mind In The Gutter, Head In The Clouds
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness - I hope you’re getting this down.
Wow. Just wow.
Well baby I’ve been alone for almost all my life; what makes you think that you could ever do me right? You’re the same old song.
(Source: meistergibmirrosen, via blumaster)
I’ve noticed that of the most popular reblogged photos on Tumblr, one of the top ones is various photos of women with bruised and bloody knees and legs.
Can someone explain this trend to me? Is it a fetish? A new beauty ideal? Something darker?
If this trend continues, with my klutzy ways, I could easily become your new queen.
Where do I send my application?
christopher gutierrez: On how I lost friends and learned to love myself at the same time.
I once had this really charming friend who could get away with treating people any way he wanted. Why? Well, a lot of it had to do with his smile but mostly because he came with a disclaimer and an, “I told you so.”
See, he really was quite friendly, intelligent, and attractive but had this…
Where is the promise land, where is the brave new world.
Noah Segan singing Townes Van Zandt’s “No Lonesome Tune”.
I’ve been listening to an unexplainable mix of German techno industrial and gritty vintage blues and country lately and felt like it was an appropriate time to share this.
Jaqen H’ghar is such a lame character I hate him
No one ever (via seniver)
This is real, this is a thing that actually happened during our trip this weekend in Las Vegas. While walking down the Vegas Strip, this woman was casually sitting on the sidewalk and this amazing specimen was just chilling LIKE A GOD DAMN BOSS in her lap.
It’s this cats world. We’re all just living in it.
(Photo by: Samuel Pfannkuche)
If I owned this, this is how I would show up to all first dates.
“So, what do you do for a living? What are your parents like? How do you feel about women storing their egg sacks in your stomach?”
curiouser and curiouser
The random musings of a scatterbrained girl with mostly zombies, junk food and electronic music on the brain.