Moon Bridge

how the fuck are you supposed to cross that

With determination.




Moon Bridge

how the fuck are you supposed to cross that

With determination.

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Bombay Bicycle Club - Eyes Off You


Bombay Bicycle Club // Eyes Off You

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today a customer asked me for a “medium whatever” and then got frustrated with me when i asked him what he meant

this is it 

this is the post that 100% accurately describes working with the public

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“I felt it then, the pain associated with loving you. You looked me dead in the eyes, but acted as if you hadn’t. I wonder what went through your head as you watched me tear up just ten feet away from you. Because if it was “I love you,” I don’t believe it. You could’ve smiled. You could’ve done anything but pretend like I was a stranger, someone unworthy of proper recognition. I just wanted a sign, something that would’ve told me it wasn’t for nothing, that when you kissed me in the heat of passion the night before, it wasn’t because you felt tension in certain place, and I was your only way of relieving it. That you woke up with me on your mind, not in memory of us in bed, but in a caring “I hope he smiles today.””

—   Antonio M Arce (via internetly)

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List of Words to Know #22


Haptic - in relation to a touching or feeling sensation

Nychthemeron - 24 hours

Absquatulate - to depart

Copacetic -good or even excellent

Alexipharmic - having a nature of an antidote

Esculent - edible

Empasm - a powder-like ancient medicine used to take a smell away

Pinguescence - the process of becoming fat

Kerfuffle - commotion

Yclept - by the name of: “a lady yclept Eleanora”

other words to know

Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
Am I some sort of infection?
Did I make you go insane?
Did I make the sounds go sour?
Did I tell you to climb out the window?
Forgive. Forgive.
Say not I did.
Say not.

Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
Take me the gangling twelve-year-old
into your sunken lap.
Whisper like a buttercup.
Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.
Take me in.
Take me.

Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
Give me a complete statement of my actions.
Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
Did I make you go insane?
Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through?
Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist
who dragged you out like a gold cart?
Did I make you go insane?
From the grave write me, Anna!
You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless
pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
Write me.

Imagine this:
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.

Imagine this:
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.

Imagine this:
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.

Imagine this:
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.

Imagine this:
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.

—   'Reinventing Rescuing,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)

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a list of things that can’t be fixed


march 18, 2014

  1. my lips are perpetually chapped. three nights ago i learned that when i’m painting i lick my lips about once every fifteen seconds. the next morning when i woke up the skin was peeling off. that’s the worst they’ve ever been, but i just chewed at them until they were smooth…

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