nevver:

People are bloody ignorant apes

lastgreattimewhore:

if lucifer needs someones consent to enter their body then so do you

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

Isaac Asimov

Asimov’s gift (well, one of them) was always taking complex concepts, mainly scientific ones, and making them simple to understand.  Here he hits a bulls eye with happiness.

(via solbus)

ikaythegod:

Jordan Davis would have turned 19 this year.

The black teen was killed in 2012 while sitting in a car with his friends outside a Jacksonville, Florida convenience store, listening to music.

That music was too loud for Michael Dunn. Following an argument over the volume, the 45-year-old man fired his gun into the car full of teenagers, killing Davis. Dunn told his fiancee the teens were playing “thug music.”

On the eve of Davis’ birthday, a mistrial was declared on the first-degree murder charge. The jury found Dunn guilty of attempted second-degree murder and a count of firing into an occupied car.

While people struggled to make sense of the verdict, Jamie Nesbitt Golden kicked off the #dangerousblackkids hashtag on Twitter, with participants questioning a society where unarmed black kids are often interpreted as threats.

rai-vindur:

Il Ballerino del Silenzio, por Ivo Rosati e   Irma Gruenholz.      

People use each other
as a healing for their pain. They put each other
on their existential wound,
on eye, on cunt, on mouth and open hand.
They hold each other and won’t let go.
Yehuda Amichai (via stxxz)
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
Frank O’Hara, Meditations in an Emergency (via stxxz)
howitzerliterarysociety:

I don’t know. I rarely let myself out of my sight.

howitzerliterarysociety:

I don’t know. I rarely let myself out of my sight.

rituals

thesilentsojourner:

did the women before me

burn

with each slash of kohl

circling their lids

to numb their feet

before they step 

on fire 

outside the bedroom

after sunrise?