come at me

May202013

I’ve got a hole in my heart for you baby.

11AM

It wasn’t just quiet.

There was nothing. Not even the sound of the blood rushing through my ears. Not even my breath was audible, and by that time I was panting. The air was stale, like it had been motionless for millennia. And the ground was cold, hard, unyielding. The silence was starting to have an effect on my. I began to tremble. My skin became cold to the touch and I could feel my sanity being tested. Seeing shadows move, and voices that were never there. I then felt a presence creep up behind me. It did not feel malevolent, but certainly did not feel welcoming. It was begging me too turn and look at it, but also warning me not to. What should I do? Should I turn and face my punishment with certainty? Or hold, and let ignorance be the bliss it was meant to be?

random writing thoughts sorry to bother you

May132013

I’m completely and utterly useless.

It’s a scientific FACT.

May32013

I cannot stand you today.

I am having none of your shit.

personal stfu

May22013

pondspondsponds:

-.-

April282013

gyzym:

but where is the fic where captain kirk and captain america and captain jack harkness and captain jack sparrow and captain planet and captain hook and robin williams’s character from dead poets society get together once a month to drink captain morgan while they eat captain crunch

(via elihearts)

9PM

brunettejubblies:

thebadkidblog:

So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.