Sometimes I just want to sleep for a million years, and wake up when everything I’ve ever known and cared about has died and been reborn. Then I’ll wander among the ruins until I disappear or turn to stone, and no one will ever give a fuck, thank god.
I have to say—being alive means you’re always looking for a way to be whole; being human precludes any chance of ever having the satisfaction of wanting nothing.
give me one good reason as to why i shouldn’t turn this into my next arts and crafts project, and make it snappy. and legitimate. (via the sartorialist)
When I’m no longer completely broke, I am for sure crafting this.
fuckyeahmeninsuits:ranga-sauce:championawkward:mutations:warningdontreadthis:Matthew Goode and Ben Whishaw
I liked Ben Whishaw as Keats in Bright Star. The movie was so subtle and tentative about everything - just the way I like it.
littlehellion:(via oceanofstars)
they do exist
I might go dumpster diving with a quasi-freegan tomorrow night, though. That will be pretty exciting (if it happens). Maybe that will start my week off the right way. And get me out of this emotional slump.
A gibbon harrasses a pair of young tigers.
One of the best articles of all time. Giving the middle finger to high school english teachers since 1995.
1. People who are generally able to make concise, convincing arguments.
2. People who use too many big words and don’t actually say anything that makes much sense.
