We Make Fun Of Clumsy Cats And Dogs, But Some Of Them Probably Just Need Glasses And We Can’t Know

Looks like we can’t isolate, ignore, ibuprofen our way out of this one boys

omg so yesterday i put a salt line on the pathway to our front door because i was fucking around and my brother was pretending to be a demon

and today we ordered pizza and the salt line was still there

and my brother went outside to sign for the pizza

and the pizzaman refused to step over the salt line, like he almost did and then he backed up and handed my bro the pizza and left; which is pretty ridiculous because it’s far from our door

so a heads up to everyone i’m pretty sure domino’s is actually run by demons??? kind of like how in men in black the post office is run by aliens

yeah we might be brothers in christ but so were cain and abel so shut the fuck up before i decide to find a rock about it

fish do not have shoulders

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

“i prefer to think of poetry, as redistribution of melancholy.”

— from a graffiti on a wall in rome - i might be wrong, but the author did read tsh. that or henry winter is still alive.

“I hope one day 5 years from now you stumble across me when I’ve grown out of you and finally then after not seeing me for all this time it will break your heart.”

— (via suspend)

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via psych-facts)

Even stars die and when they go, they go fiercely.

thoughts #82 | r.m (via rmeisel)