her: You better not be inheriting the earth when I get there
my meek ass:
the coolest people are actually weird and fucked up and strange and peculiar and they just dont care. the coolest people are actually lame as hell and they rock it. this is what ive learned
the coolest people are cringe and free
It’s a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won’t be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It’s a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It’s a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don’t aim so high that you won’t be hitting anything!
i think “oh my childhood doesn’t even impact me that much” & then im Afraid To Sit in The Living Room
I am unfortunately just like other guys. I like trashy horror, dog poems, cannibalism as a metaphor for obsessive devotion, religious imagery, people who use my name in a sentence, academic validation, lying for fun, being bisexual and bleeding out in the snow.
Yeah man, can you imagine if over the last century the US had interfered in the democratic processes of Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, the Congo, the Dominican Republic, Guatemala, Guyana, Haiti, Honduras, Indonesia, Iran, Iraq, Italy, Lebanon, Nicaragua, Palestine, Panama, Russia, Syria, Venezuela,
Don’t forget Afghanistan, Albania, Angola, Argentina, Australia, Burma, Cambodia, Chad, Costa Rica, Cuba, Egypt, Ethiopia, Greece, Grenada, Haiti, Hawaii, Korea, Laos, Libya, Mexico, The Philippines, Poland, Samoa, Vietnam, Yugoslavia, Zaire
It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being “humanity kills beautiful things for being different”.
Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that’s a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.
It’s not a poem about the cruelty of man. It’s a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It’s about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It’s not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.
And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.
ilovevalium-deactivated20230725:
pikachu is drowning
This ain’t about him
wanna crack his ribcage open and live in it forever but its casual
you will not guess where this ao3 summary is going





