ozonebabys-temple:

"Dragon Mist"

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

~Marcel Proust 

 ozonebabys-temple

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psybelius:

I SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO EMOTIONALLY IDENTIFY WITH A FLOSS CONTAINER

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what-the-hells-going-on:

ho-ho-holy-shit-its-christmas:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

I JUST DROPPED MY STRAIGHTENER IN THE SINK HELP WHAT DO I DO

I PULLED IT OUT BUT NOW ITS MAKING DEMON NOISES

IM AFRAID TO UNPLUG IT WHAT IF IT SHOCKS ME

IM GONNA UNPLUG IT HERE GOES

I UNPLUGGED IT BUT ITS STILL MAKING DEMON SOUNDS

your url makes a disturbing amount of sense right now.

STOP REBLOGGING THIS I ALMOST DIED

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zohbugg:

dr-ift:

bl-ossomed:

niick4:

this is the coolest thing ive seen on this website

holy

Wait what how

what the fuck you mean how? a goddamn computer, that’s how

fuckin think this is some real bullshit like you’re confused as to how someone can hold water and a tiny ass ship are u fuckin’ kidding me

"how"

fuck u

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ski-maskpoetry:

lion:

When you realize you’re not the only black person at a party

image

Lmao

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1hey:

I keep writing about you.
they tell me my words are beautiful.
I don’t know why.
maybe because they’re written for you,
you’re beautiful.
but what they don’t know,
what you don’t know.
is that I stare at this blank fucking paper;
and all I feel is rage,
anger and frustration.
because I write down these things
and it never comes close to what I feel.
but if actions could be translated to words,
I would write me shouting in my fucking car.
because your favorite song came up on my god damned pandora station again.
I would write me standing in the shower while the scolding water burns my skin
as I try to think of the exact moment I lost you.
and then I would write me shutting off the water
in total defeat.
because I realize I never even had you.
I would write how a fire starts in my chest
whenever I see a picture of you and her.
I’ve never envied a stranger so much before.
and I would write how my eyes burn
as I continue to stare at the god damn ceiling at 3 AM missing you.
being up that late was only fun when you were around.


I wish you were still around…

I don’t even know how to fucking end this.
there’s no poetic way to say I feel like fucking shit.

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stellavee:

STOP, YOU’RE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART

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