the damage buzzfeed did to middle school me is irreparable i think
the damage buzzfeed did to middle school me is irreparable i think
he’s hot but we argued for like 2 weeks straight freshman yr bc he thought the prequels were better than the originals and he didn’t talk to me for a year after that
if that subwayhands account took a picture of me while i was sleeping i wld be boiling w rage
literally like i love you and you don’t pay me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
literally in my going to bed at 11 pm era
me nd my best friend don’t rlly hang out that much anymore bc she wants to hang out w her bf and i have other friends but like every time we do talk it’s like i alr know what she’s going to say and we ran into each other in the halls the other day and said hello in the exact same tone of voice and bad british accent
moon festival tomorrow 🎑🥮‼️‼️
“THE POET (suddenly shifting his tone.) You know that feeling when, for whatever reason, you could kill somebody? Right then and there. You could kill them. You could tear their fucking head off. You could rend them limb from limb. The guy in front of you who cuts you off, you could ram him with your car, you don’t care about the result—just ram him! And you can see the charred metal and you can see the see the smoking thing and you can see the air bag and you hope the air bag smothers him. And if it doesn’t, you’ll get out and you’ll go, “You fucking idiot! Why did you fucking cut me off?!” AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! (Vaulting into the battle.) glint of a spear tore his opponent’s chest stabbed his right jawbone, ramming the spearhead square between his teeth so hard— hoisted, dragged the Trojan— fury bursting his heart— mouth gaping— —flipped him down facefirst, dead as he fell—(THE POET getting into the bloodlust now.) Ha! Ha! lunging in— he flung a rock struck between his eyes crushed both brows, the skull caved in and both eyes burst from their sockets(THE POET climbs up on the table, feverish, swaying, shouting, out of control—) NOTHING can hurt Patroclus now, he’s a killing MACHINE, my god Patroclus like something superhuman— Patroclus and his men— Hungry as wolves that rend and bolt raw flesh, hearts filled with battle-frenzy that never dies— they gorge on the kill till all their jaws drip red with blood, belching bloody meat, but the fury, never shaken, builds inside their chests though their glutted bellies burst— It’s a BLUR OF KILLS!! One man—SLASHED! Another—GORED! Another—HAMMERED! Another—SPLINTERED!—SINEWS SHRED-DED!—BRONZE RIPPING!—SPLIT THE BELLY!—RAZOR SLICING!—Another—CUTTING AWAY THE TONGUE! One guy—CRACKED THROUGH THE BONY SOCKET! Then—WRENCHED THE WHOLE ARM OUT!! IMPALED!! (Urging himself on.) More … WHIPPED!! (Urging himself on.) More … STABBED!! (Urging himself on.) More … CHOPPED!! SNAPPED!! HEWED!! SMASHED!! HACKED!! WHOLE EARTH RAN HOT WITH BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD. And RED DEATH!! AND IT FEELS GOOOODD!!!!(He suddenly stops himself, panting. He looks out at us, desperate, lost.) Oh god. (Catching his breath.) I’m sorry… I’m sorry, that’s not—”
— Lisa Peterson and Denis O’Hare, An Iliad, incorporating excerpts from Robert Fagles’ translation of The Iliad
(via antigonick )
“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”
— John Steinbeck; “East of Eden” (via theunquotables)
hm ok we can’t live like this anymore so i’m ebegging akdhsjdh hiii i’m sarah i’m an arab and sudanese college student living in a two bedroom apartment with my family. my mother is the only one who works since my younger brother and i go to school full time, but i’m hoping to get a job once this semester is done. she’s a health care worker, working 12 hour shifts 5 days a week.
anyway my mother and younger brother share a bed bc we only have 2 bedrooms and they’ve been sleeping on a fucked up mattress for almost the entire time we’ve been here aka a decade. i also have never had a wardrobe in this apartment bc we couldn’t afford any. my father is abusive and out of the picture financially and refuses to help us with anything.
a lot of ppl are in way worse situations so i am really only asking those who can afford to help out. my main goal is to get my family a mattress, i can make do without the wardrobe and keep putting my clothes on my desk but my mother really can’t sleep on that mattress anymore. if you’re comfortable enough to help out, the mattress i am hoping to get them is $279 at ikea. i can afford to pay the first $100 from my savings but i need all the money i already have for university. so $179 is the goal.
again only if you’re comfortable enough to help out, my paypal is ariesunset. i really really appreciate any reblogs or donations ! <3 <3
and when i refresh the dash and nothing happens.
venus in cancer I am making you an early breakfast and a late lunch I am washing your feet with my hair and my tears
venus in scorpio every day i that i find i am deeper in love with you i leave some dinner on the stove and call you ten new slurs
venus in aries i leave you as soon as you like me back
Venus in virgo I’m just mean
Venus in leo i will make you the center of my universe and idolize u no matter what u do
ok only been like 3 weeks since school started and i am already losing my mind
ok i will read my mutuals posts on supernatural and go oh yeahh that show! it’s been a few years i should rewatch that! and then i will watch an episode and go okay 😕 but where is the transgender patricide deconstructionist triangulation of desire tragedy mask narrative here.
Custom has it that the living should wash the dead before parting with their bodies. I have seen and heard, clearly seen and clearly heard, that through the ocean the dead were forever approaching us with infinite gentleness, as though they felt the need to come and wash the living, and God knows the living need it.
Christian Bobin, The Eighth Day of the Week: Selected Writings. Trans. Pauline Matarasso
“I ate that apple because I was hungry. I wanted what lay outside of Paradise, a world without the burden of perfection.Now you call all sinful women my sisters. I say, let them claim their own damn sins. The apple may not be perfect, but it’s mine.”
— From Eve Argues Against Perfection by Diane Lockward
Hi everyone. Making another post with a bit of an update. My parent has begun radiation treatments and the distance is farther away than before. We’re continuing to accept help dealing with the cost of treatments, medications, food, transportation, medical bills, and the cost of hospitalization due to chemotherapy side effects. We appreciate those who have donated and reached out with tips and kind words. Thank you!
My cashapp and venmo is @liquidlipstick, paypal is @plumslices.
i could learn something from air signs my solution to everything is confrontation and it does not work out i could use some fakeness in my life
passive aggressive girls are sooo fun except when it’s directed at me but when it’s not theyre the most fun and twisted people to talk to ever