getsomethingtoeat:

metaphysics

getsomethingtoeat:

metaphysics

arcticsirius:

naariel:

Eris?? Goddess of chaos strife and discord?? more like Goddess of animated hairporn jesus lord just look at it.

I need to watch this again

I’d be lying if I said I don’t still sometimes cry about Ukraine.http://lennylishchenko.com

I’d be lying if I said I don’t still sometimes cry about Ukraine.

http://lennylishchenko.com

this speaks to me

assholewithheadphones:

scalestails:

are u fucking kidding me

nyoom

assholewithheadphones:

scalestails:

are u fucking kidding me

nyoom

frumpyillustratorsforever:

AWE HELL YEAH SCHOOL’S DONE

THAT’S IT THAT’S ALL

frumpyillustratorsforever:

AWE HELL YEAH SCHOOL’S DONE

THAT’S IT THAT’S ALL

This is really good!
Thanks! :)

So cool things happen when I take off all the lines of my finals

I am not a pretty girl.
I know this because I am here, slinking through the woods back home and she is not
And she was so pretty.
She’s the most beautiful girl in town
Dark doe-eyes and elegant lines
everyone knew it
Why’s nobody noticed that she’s gone?

Do you know what happens in the woods back home?
They say the pretty girls go in and drown.
There ain’t water for miles so I never did know why they say that.
But that’s what they say happens in them woods back home.
The pretty girls drown and I’m not pretty so it’s okay.
I don’t wander in those woods after dark.

The men go, they go past those birch trees,
axes slung ‘cross their backs
heavy boots trackin’ in the dirt
sometimes I hear they drown kittens and puppies and stuff nobody wants.
There’s a little whisper around town that sometimes they drown something else.
They never find the pretty girls

They whisper I was born in the woods,
'Neath the birch trees like guard posts
Like fences
I wonder if they were there to keep them out
Or keep me in
Keep me in like they keep in the pretty girls

Funny thing about those woods
Birds chirp and squirrels bicker
Foxes slink and frogs talk back to you
Deeper in you go
There ain’t no birds, there ain’t no squirrels
and the frogs don’t talk to you no more
There’s a silence, mama says, as a dying man exhales his last breath

and takes all the sound with him

It’s that kind of silence in the woods where
the pretty girls go and drown

One day I followed the men into the trees
My trees
followed because another girl went missing
Everyone said she was a pretty girl
And now she’s gone
And their footsteps in the dying man’s silence
echo like gunshots, like warnings
like intruders
like you are not welcome here
and still they walk, past those birch trees
axes slung ‘cross their backs
heavy boots trackin’ in the dirt
Looking for the pretty girls
that only go missing in this forest

laughter

There’s a river that runs through the woods
Nobody told me about this river
Just like nobody told me that she lives in it
She looks at me
Big dark doe-eyes
All elegant lines
teeth razor sharp in the light
Who would have thought that
pretty girls still look pretty
with blood smeared around their mouths

I am not a pretty girl

I am not pretty

I am not

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Not 100% happy with this but I figured I spent an entire goddamn semester on it, might as well share it with the world. A shitton of thanks to Sara for letting me use your recording, and all the apologies I can muster for my voice. 

"People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water."

Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)

Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”

(via coolestpriest)