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Second image from Parts That Are Missing/Parts That Are Gained, 13” x 17” silkscreened image


I miss you in tiny earthquakes.
In little underground explosions.
My soil is a hot disaster.
Home is burning.
You’re a lost thing.

Yrsa Daley-Ward

I Miss You

(via thiswillnotlast)

Loving someone
who hates themselves
is a special kind of violence,
a fight inside the bones,
a war within the blood.
― Yrsa Daley-Ward ‘A steady, blunt Self Harm.’ (via thiswillnotlast)

watercolourpaint:

Always reblog


watching Indiana Jones and drooling over young Harrison ford

memeshii:

an actual angel



theladyofpie:

willyciraptor:

spookywillsmith:

spooking-not-treating:

tyleroakley:

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

i’M CRYING

NO

why

Because they are swarming! ^_^

Hello friends, I’m going to tell you some cool stuff about bees and why you shouldn’t be afraid of them!

See, there is a lot of misplaced fear over our fuzzy pollinating buddies. Many folks think they are mean and dangerous, but bees are very good little friends. The little, kind bee should not be mistaken for their evil look a likes, such as Hornets Yellow Jackets and Wasps, which are evil and should be hated like the beasts they are. Bees are docile by nature, and are not a threat to anyone who’s not allergic to them.

These bees are Swarming, which despite it’s scary sounding name, is not a dangerous time to be around bees. This time is the safest time to be around bees because they couldn’t give a hoot about you. These bees are gathering themselves together in order to go as a whole colony to find a new home. The gif is showing how bees don’t mind the outside world at this point in a swarm. The bees probably feel like a tickle on his hand. ^-^

Here’s some cool facts about bees!

-Bees are the BEST pollinators in the world! better than butterflies, or humming birds.

-Bees in a colony are all females. The males of the species look totes different and are called drones.

-Bees are totally different from Yellow Jackets, Hornets, and Wasps. They are not even close relatives in the insect kingdom!

-“Africanized” Bees are of no threat to anyone north of the New Mexico, and they barely pose a risk there! They are more territorial than some other species of bees, but not as bad as wasps.

-Many crops rely on bees.

-Bees will often die after stinging someone. Bees know this, and thus will do much to avoid stinging you. Hate to say it buddy, but you’re not worth their time.

-Honey, in it’s natural state, is a vitamin rich superfood! It can help with everything from icky feelings, to gross hair.

-Bees are threatened in many places by parasites, people, and misinformation. Do your part to help the bees and plant some flowers.


Everyone thinks the life of an addict is so exciting and eventful, like how it’s portrayed in drug movies. You picture dirty junkies running through the streets, stealing from cars and old ladies, drug cartels and gun shots, you picture us with other people, other addicts like us. Truth is, our lives are nothing like those of the junkies in Hollywood— it’s much more pathetic, I’ll still be an addict when that two hour movie begins rolling credits.

Here’s reality; Every day is spent figuring out how to get your hands on $40, finding drugs, doing drugs, hiding drugs, finding places to do drugs, being high, being too high, not being high enough, coming down, going up, hating drugs, loving drugs, hating yourself, being too high to hate anything, making friends, losing friends, dead friends, having no friends, getting sober, relapsing and then finding $40 again. It appears exciting in the beginning but after watching the same scenes year after year, it quickly becomes your least favorite movie.

When you look around you’ll notice the theater’s empty because all of your friends moved onto other movies, the front row now feels painfully lonely. Junkie bonds never last very long and they’re just as unreliable as the drugs they revolve around, when you’re trying hard not to love yourself it’s nearly impossible to love someone else. Once in awhile we’ll give into the loneliness and make an attempt at establishing meaningful connections but they inevitably fall apart like Candy and Dan. Maybe it’s subconscious or maybe we’re aware but fact is, we’ll always love the drugs more. We’re in love with euphoria, we’re in love with the numb and it’s a love so powerful that sometimes we forget about all we loved before. Hollywood has cleverly directed movies which give us false hope that one day we’ll meet someone so incredible that drugs won’t compare, like an angel sent to bring us to sobriety. After having your heart broken a dozen times it becomes obvious that those happy endings were nothing but fabricated lies. There won’t ever be an angel and there is nothing that compares.

The film industry has provided society with an inaccurate representation of addiction, we’re often the villain, the liar, the thief who’s never remorseful, the unstoppable bulldozer destroying everything in it’s path. It’s one of the reasons so many hate or fear us, they watch us stealing candy from babies and pushing down the elderly. In reality drug addicts are usually overwhelmed by the amount of guilt they feel. For instance, I feel guilt after realizing my baby brother’s birthday was the week prior and I completely forgot, or when it’s my aunts wedding and I’m arriving as the reception’s ending because I was stuck in a parking lot for hours, waiting. The guilt is especially heavy each time I look my best friend in the eye and promise her that I’ll stop getting high, only to pick up a syringe before the end of the night. Sometimes I think it would be easier if we felt no remorse for the disappointment we cause because then it would make more sense when we did it ten more times and then five more after that. But we do feel guilty, we do know the hurt we’re causing but we can’t stop.. I can’t stop.

Wouldn’t it be kind of nice if our lives could be like our favorite drug movies? Don’t you wish that we could have our happy ending, maybe be able to quit cold turkey or get a goodbye kiss from a woman as beautiful as Brittany Murphy.. if our lives were a drug movie, the nightmare would be over when the credits start rolling. Think about it.. after two hours we’d be able to live our own lives, leave the theater and choose a different film in a new genre. If this was a perfect world, my life would be a drug movie and I’d end up happy like the Hollywood junkies. Too bad rock bottom only plays one channel and I still need that $40.

― Re-Kissing Brittany Murphy, dude-whered-my-veins-go © (via dude-whered-my-veins-go)

dam

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Will someone please just call me and take me on a real date where I can play footsie and move up your legs under the table to make old people uncomfortable. We can hold hands and kiss against public places. When we walk put your hand around my waist, I’ll grab your arm and bring you back to my place where ill push you to the bed, blush and giggle. Afterward we can lie around naked and smoke cigarettes until its time to leave. Just keep me company, make me happy… We don’t have to be serious I just need some love tonight.

We have ritually and ceaselessly sucked the fun and wonder out of learning in a country that is pushing kids into adulthood aimless, goalless, robotic and depressed as a way to feed a system that we now know does not work.
The Problem Isn’t What’s on the SAT. The Problem Is the SAT Itself by Ben Collins (via esquire)

Wow fml . fuck this. I’m done, people can come to me instead