the physics of dust
writingsforwinter: touch me and i turn to dust, but physics says that matter is always conserved so you will find me scattered in the knobs of your spine tucked into the hollows of your knees. i will sting your eyes and kiss the backs of your teeth until you try to cough me up, and then i will stay in your bedsheets to keep you warm.
One day you will meet someone who will change everything. not intentionally, but...– my memory’s museum: one day (via russianality)
ethaney: For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system....
creepypasta: The eyes of a cat are windows to your soul. They can see other dimensions, they can see your aura, and what’s wrong with you. A cat knows when you are happy, when you are in bad health, when you are troubled, or when you are hungry. He knows when you are feeling magnanimous, and he knows when you are about to die. It’s fortunate that cats can’t talk, because you have a lot of...
visiting Yahoo Answers instead of a doctor
heatherlikesthisalot: shoutout to my genetics
waitress: what would you like to drink
me: the blood of my enemies
waitress: is pepsi okay?