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  • i am a 26 years OLD boy. love Absurd things. even things called obscene. vulgar. i believe life isn't sad. not even happy. but funny. find humor even at most tragic of times. sometimes i realise that i don't feel at all. no happiness. no sadness. just a slight amusement. at everything around me. maybe this is the only way to fill the void. the only way to be me. i immensely like the word 'hate' and the phrase 'blah blah blah'. let's play friends.

    THIS IS my personal BLOG OF AMUSEMENT. my primary tumblr is a poetry blog called fuckyeahdirtyverses :Pluto.
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Hyakki Yakou/The Night ParadeAudrey Kawasaki 
50 ♥ / 31 May, 2012
2015 ♥ / 31 May, 2012
2582 ♥ / 31 May, 2012

If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next, don’t be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don’t waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.

— Everwood (via julie911)
5039 ♥ / 31 May, 2012
sabotensan:

virtuosity
He’s never played the lute, much less any other instrument except hammer and anvil, but he knew how to do the tricky parts.
68 ♥ / 31 May, 2012
4307 ♥ / 12 May, 2012

You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in…

—

- How To Be Good by Nick Hornby 

I have this, but I haven’t read it. And guess what I’m going to do now?

(via justsaysomethingperfect)

11 ♥ / 12 May, 2012
booglarized:

Scaring the fish via NYPL
8 ♥ / 12 May, 2012
296 ♥ / 28 April, 2012

For The Foxes

henrycharlesbukowski:

don’t feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
“love.”

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

Charles Bukowski

283 ♥ / 17 April, 2012

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there? … Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different.

— Memento (via disturbingly)
17 ♥ / 16 April, 2012
coeykuhn:

Oh my.Well that’s certainly not cocaine, then wtf did you take sherlock.-COEY!bug creeping up behind him just makes me think of doctor who/donna . __ .
13057 ♥ / 16 April, 2012

Patriarchy is not men. Patriarchy is a system in which both women and men participate. It privileges, inter alia, the interests of boys and men over the bodily integrity, autonomy, and dignity of girls and women. It is subtle, insidious, and never more dangerous than when women passionately deny that they themselves are engaging in it. This abnormal obsession with women’s faces and bodies has become so normal that we (I include myself at times—I absolutely fall for it still) have internalized patriarchy almost seamlessly. We are unable at times to identify ourselves as our own denigrating abusers, or as abusing other girls and women.

— Ashley Judd, here. (via wine-loving-vagabond)
2111 ♥ / 16 April, 2012
1271 ♥ / 16 April, 2012
4688 ♥ / 31 March, 2012
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