I am a young brilliant confused soul, wanting to suck the marrow out of life.

Who are you?

 

bleakgeek:

annoying-gay-swedish-boy:

bleakgeek:

About those little Pokemon

I never gave a shit

Not even in my childhood

No sir, I never did

Don’t care in my adulthood

And now I have a kid

I let her watch some Pokemon

And she doesn’t give a shit either.

Obviously you care a little. Other wise you would not have took the time to make a post about “how you do not care about it”. So boo you breeder.

You’re the first person to be a dick to me on tumblr. I’m actually pretty thrilled <3

bleakgeek:

lifehackable:

maybe the grass is always greener on the other side because it’s fertilized with bullshit

This is the realest.

Hmm

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

Katherine Tucker (via alchemy)

(Source: determined-in-slc)

Very often we don’t go elsewhere because we are looking for another person. We go elsewhere because we are looking for another self. It isn’t so much that we want to leave the person we are with as we want to leave the person we have become.

Esther Perel (via gettingahealthybody)

(Source: lakanen)

luvyourselfsomeesteem:

Eh, I don’t like when people be like “black girls watch out cause white girls getting booty these days” cause to a black girl’s ears it kinda sounds like “watch out because your only value is your fetishized body and once that’s gone you’ll truly be worthless”