electraheart:

Fucks -

Songs about not giving any

Jams

Glass Teeth… Costmetic Surgery 

#witchhouse

The Night Has Opened My Eyes - and I will never sleep Again

I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain’s gone, my soul’s worn and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body’s still bein operated on
I’m ducked the fuck down while I’m writin this rhyme
Cause I’m probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time”

there’s nothing that it automatically means. that now bets are off and eveything’s taken away, because you’re just this thing.

you think you can imagine it? you think you can but you can’t. 

minute by minute you can choose to be what you want. you can choose to be a human being and have it mean something. 

it’s about learning it’s not automatic, how it’s a matter of choice to be a human being with sacred rights instead of a thing or a rat, and how most people are smug and and knee-jerk walking around asleep instead of know it’s something you have to choose

I know I’m moody

Brief Interviews with Hideous Men - David Foster Wallace

but I am turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.

Words! be 
sick as I am sick, swoon,
roll back your eyes, a pool,

and I’ll stare down
at my wounded beauty
which at best is only a talent
for poetry.

Cannot please, cannot charm or win
what a poet!
and the clear water is thick

with bloody blows on its head.
I embraced a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.

3.
That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest
oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks
what a funny place to rupture!
and now it is raining on the ailanthus
as I step out onto the window ledge
the tracks below me are smokey and
glistening with a passion for running
I leap into the leaves, green like the sea

4
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and 
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again. 

(Source: hookedonsemiotics)

(Source: urban-zoologist)

(Source: complexity-contradiction)

devilwearsdunks:

Im not a business man, Im a business man! Let me handle my business….DAMN

Lynn Hirschberg’s Screen Tests: Kristen Stewart

Hell yeah, fuckin right, alright