itstheluxurylife:

Black and Whale // Source
anusking:

a shrine to our god

wednesdayshambles:

you’ve be warned,
parolee out
squinting at city lights

next time
it’s the box
think about it,
dark things slither
up and in

still you pester
with those scissors
slicing at caution tape
laid across lips

they could be
your undoing,
but by all means
cut away

forever:

don’t ever mess with people who have their read receipts on those people are not afraid of anything 

(via imellynhi)

britbrobrien:

spotted: amoeba sf
Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but steal some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be. Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959   (via wethinkwedream)

(via camillioooooo)

slimydad:

I love the sims because I love architecture, interior design, and playing god

(via dongswanson)

ending a sentence with ‘yo’ is basically my way of making my previous statement a PSA

don’t drink and drive, yo
make sure you get enough sleep, yo
don’t be a fucking dickwad human being, yo