listening to relient k, identifying with god. the usje. i realized i was god a few nights ago. it was pretty cool.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly,...– Henry Miller (via ebullientefflorescence)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply; And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have...
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your...– J.R.R. Tolkien (via floralnymph)
fungusssssss is the COOLEST
fuck yeah sex education: How to Make Love to a... →
ironicmoustache: Forget the images you’ve learned to attach To words like cock and clit, Chest and breasts. Break those words open Like a paramedic cracking ribs To pump blood through a failing heart. Push your hands inside. Get them messy. Scratch new definitions on the bones. Get rid…