.iwiwd.

botfly larvae

.ash.
.vegan / terrorist.
.just another shattered vase on a slippery
floor that people tip-toe around
to avoid getting cut.

ask 
" He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why I leave. "
by Jeanette Winterson  (via ckgarden)

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elle-emeno-pee: thedevilinadress: Kittiwat Unarrom has a master’s degree in fine arts and, now makes life-like body parts out of bread at a bakery in Thailand. All the disturbing yeast sculptures are made out of dough, raisins, cashews and chocolate. He’ll also paint the outside with some sort of edible paint to give it an even more gruesome appearance. When asked why he does it, Kittiwat replied, “I’m a wackjob and I like making people sick”.
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tonytoggles: fuck the gender binary
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I wish I had the ability to love.

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jaacquelynnn inquired Infatuated with your twitter.

hahaha twitter/tumblr same difference; still flattered.
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" I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them. "
by Uma Thurman (via bleedgold)

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raxicoricofallapatorious:

pansexual does not mean attracted to you 

bisexual does not mean attracted to you 

homosexual does not mean attracted to you 

heterosexual does not mean attracted to you 

nothing means attracted to you 

i am not attracted to you 

no one is attracted to you 

you are not attractive 

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° i’m glad we had this talk °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

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" I loved you head over handles

like my first bicycle accident — 

before the mouthful of gravel and blood.

I swore we were flying. "
by  Sierra DeMulder (via bornreadygeneration)

(via personafinite)

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" I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home. "
by (via mermaidporn)

(Source: clementinevonradics, via mermaidporn)

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