You are the opposite of Batman...

24. Nerd. Anglophile. Revolutionary Freedom Fighter. Liberal. Feminist. Lover of dinosaurs and indie music. Banjo player. Aspiring Dulcimer Player. Eater of raw onions. Drinker of spiced rum. Shatterer of Hearts and drink glasses.

Everything is fucking terrible in ways no one can understand.



Why do people drink alcohol it tastes disgusting

you don’t drink it for the taste. u drink shit like apple juice for the taste. you drink alcohol to get rid of the bad taste that every awful person in your life has left

(via tellmeimaprettyprincess)

Ask me if I’ve called my mother.
Ask me if I miss you.
Ask me if I haven’t showered in five days.
Ask me if I’m still wearing your dirty clothes.
Ask me whether I’ve brushed my hair.
Ask me if the kitchen cabinets have been touched in weeks.
Ask me about the dust.
Ask me about the phone calls.
Ask me about the 5AM drunk and the way I’ve been standing in the dark, letting the shadows hug my hips because your hands are gone.
Ask me to come back.
Ask me why the long silences make it feel like there’s a river in my stomach.
Ask me if it will swallow me whole.
Ask me if I want your mouth back.
Ask me if I want my tongue back.
Ask me if I miss you.
Ask me if I’ve ate.
Ask me if God exists inside of me anymore.
Ask me where the music is.
Ask me where the symphony is.
Tell me where you are.
And then ask me if I miss you.

Azra.T, “Lipstick Poem” (via 5000letters)

(via lifeinpoetry)

How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.

I have time. Please, devour me.

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour (via loveless-people)

(via lifeinpoetry)

bright eyes

—it's cool, we can still be friends

i’m gonna get real fucking drunk
i’m pouring some whiskey right now
i’m going to get so, so drunk
that i pass out and forget your face

(Source: mywordonawing, via suburbanhorrorstory)

Rilo Kiley

—Jenny, You're Barely Alive

you’re desperate in finding something else to please you

you’ve been searching your whole life

something to mute, change, or just distract you

something to put inside you to give the illusion of life

'cause you've always been barely alive

(Source: execution-of-all-things)

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think that for something so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

—Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now (via larmoyante)

(via jointheiluminaughty)

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

Mark Z. Danielewski,House of Leaves (via hush-syrup)

(via lifeinpoetry)