(Source: villagevoice, via my-ranting-and-raving)
5697If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friend-zoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys.
You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.BEST THING IVE EVER READ
(Source: xvxavier)
WHITNEY HOUSTON DEATH A HOAX, REST IN PEACE JEFF GOLDBLUM
Jeff Goldblum’s body was found this February 11th of 2012, overdosed in an alley. His body was confused for the singer Whitney Houston’s, since he was coming back from a drag-show in blackface. They do look eerily similar, you know… Bobby Brown is still destroyed. Everyone please pray for both of their families.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rest-in-Peace-Jeff-Goldblum/156873604431037
Get your socks off and a condom on.
Via someecards
A word that does not exist in the English language:
Ya’aburnee
Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
(Source: emeraldscales, via beautyivebeheld)
I am the droid you’re looking for
I don’t have to use the force to tell you.
If you knelt down, you could feel it in the roots of the tree I’m climbing.
If you paused, you might hear it murmured in the breeze or the leaves; they hold no secrets.
The grass-stains on my stubborn knees would reveal how I fell for you.
Beautiful and without regret.
When you say my name
My very soul perks its ears.
I listen with a careful sort of anticipation, lingering on every word spoke, and I hide them somewhere deep where on lonely nights I can dig with dirty fingernails and remember why I will wait for you.
Here I lay, twisted up like shoelaces, embracing myself and the idea of us being together.
Your mere laugh has lost me my breath and any logic I held before.
I am a stranger to this kind of love, this blind and brave adoration that utterly consumes my spirit and leaves me shaking, trembling, and willing to give chase no matter the consequences.
This fervent affection bursting forth from my breast.
Burning deeply, engulfing me in moments of unadulterated bliss, just at the mention of your name.
Your perfect, perfect name.
Your perfect, perfect soul.
I swear I want nothing more than to spend my mornings waking up to find I am blessed by your sleeping presence.
Watching your eyelids twitch with the kind of yearning gaze you might find on a wild animal, watching his brethren in the distance from inside the bars of a cage.
I could spend the rest of my existence at your hip and not have had enough time.
I could spend an eternity wrapped in your arms and never have my hunger for you sated.
I could spend my life missing you, when you’re right beside me.
If we could just have forever.
Forever to lay with our chests pushed together, feeling each other’s heart beat with a tender kind of meditation.
Focusing on the air enter and leave our quieted lungs as our chests rise and fall together like the iridescent wings of a cormorant.
Hair rise and skin prickle.
Your calloused fingers in my curly lion’s mane.
Oh, to know that kind of joy.
One day…
One day…
I am the last unicorn.
“What do you want?”
Close your eyes. Wring the hot, growing tears from your eyelids. Open them.
Pain.
Close your eyes again. Clench your teeth, and inhale. Sharp. A studder of a breath.
This is me. Unraveling.
Coming apart like that one knitted scarf you own that now sits in the back of your closet or in a garbage dump somewhere.
The one that got caught on something pointed and progressively ripped itself to shreds.
The one forgotten.
But now not.
Open your eyes, and this time keep them open.
Let your fears, worries, and recurring issues hang out like the intestines of a gutted animal.
Cold, with eyes empty and still.
Exposed, like you feel.
Vulnerable.
When the tears well up to the point of making you temporarily blind, you may finally blink.
Let them slalom down the sides of your nose, along your nasolabial folds, and attempt to retreat between your closed lips.
Let them hide, since you cannot.
I am the one who is sorry.
© to Vulpes Vulpes
Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode. So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.
Lawrence Krauss (via allhailtheinfidel) (via ageofreason, neightkelly)
