May 2013
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HI FRIENDS
COME PLAY ME MUSIC
http://turntable.fm/alt_nation34
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April 2013
Do Not Touch →
THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME
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the small wounds
protectherplease:
they say that when we come into this world we arrive whole but i think i was born from all the little broken pieces the flaws and broken promises and untold lies of all the people who just couldn’t do it anymore. i have a scar on my little finger from an accident a few years ago where i slammed it in the metal of a door: i like to show it to everybody so they can be horrified...
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sinidentidades:
Shoutout to the countless queer people of color that are killed every year with zero media coverage.
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When your hands leap
towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why...
– Pablo Neruda, Your Hands (via thesouldrifter)
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Bro is a no-good dirty hacker.
thebeginningofyourmeaningfriend:
Drayton Street
Laying on our side her hips like a spoon she told me: When you kiss me my legs tickle.
anis mojgani
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I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.
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thebaronofthebells:
i’ve got 99 problems and they’re all responsibilities i don’t want to have
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quipxotic:
“Lost” by Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra
Barely controlled chaos. I love it.
dl
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merelyamadness:
We wish on stars to cure our loneliness but we forget how much emptiness is between each of those lights in the sky.
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A pick-up line for all the radical queers
Of course I’m sex-positive! Positive I want to have sex with you…
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March 2013
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I refuse to destroy a childhood
psycheraze:
I can’t walk down the street without nearly killing myself twice. Every time a car passes by, I jump in front of it. I stepped in gum on the first day of elementary school. I’m still stuck to the pavement. When I was 11, I read about the honorable death of a samurai warrior, but I don’t have the guts to spill my guts on the bathroom floor of the one-story house that I call home. But...
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I don’t know if that’s precisely true, but I do know that when someone tells me...
– (A) Sexual :: the dirty normal (via ace-muslim)
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late night by margaret atwood
windowsills:
Late night and rain wakes me, a downpour, wind thrashing in the leaves, huge ears, huge feathers, like some chased animal, a giant dog or wild boar. Thunder & shivering windows; from the tin roof the rush of water. I lie askew under the net, tangled in damp cloth, salt in my hair. When this clears there will be fireflies & stars, brighter than anywhere, which I could...
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Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...
– bell hooks (via eaaao)
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