The Fucking Urge To Live Forever In The Liminal Space Of Soft Lighting At 1am, Lying In The Arms Of Someone

Dr Gregory House, patron saint of medical malpractice

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

So my friend asked her 7 year old niece how can she be sure that her crush likes her back and her niece answered "Because we laugh together." I will be thinking about this for the rest of my life.

*stands up and knees and ankles hurt*

*sit down and hips hurt*

You are meant to be here.

thinkimnmnbhb about whirlwind for hire again,,,, miss those funky fruits

an incomplete list of unsettling short stories I read in textbooks

the scarlet ibis

marigolds

the diamond necklace

the monkey’s paw

the open boat

the lady and the tiger

the minister’s black veil

an occurrence at owl creek bridge

a rose for emily

(I found that one by googling “short story corpse in the house,” first result)

the cask of amontillado

the yellow wallpaper

the most dangerous game

a good man is hard to find

some are well-known, some obscure, some I enjoy as an adult, all made me uncomfortable between the ages of 11-15

add your own weird shit, I wanna be literary and disturbed

I was on a bus once when this guy tapped my knee and pointed out that we were the only two people not looking at their phones and then asked what I was thinking about. 

sometimes when I’m having a bad day I relive the moment I saw the his manic pixi dream girl hopes draining from his eyes and fill up with confusion and boredom as I explained to him I was thinking about which Rupaul’s Drag Race challenges Frank n Furter would preform best in and locked him into the conversation until it was my stop

uooooogh the christian God is actually deer skull and raccoon salmon in pickup truck ooooooooooooooo and She (god) (usually refererd to as Male but im Queering it) talked to me in parking lot and said uh h Life Is Decay Anr Rotting and Sunlight is actually the souls of deer skull and i was like woah but im just little old me from somewhere in the contiguous USA and She (god) (Queering it) said being Yourself is th e most important thing and that i should Vote

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for me has the same kind of tender mysticism people associate with Vincent Van Gogh

One a writer that draws, and the other a painter that writes; both sharing the ideal of finding joy and love in the little things - joy tainted with melancholy, often, but joy nonetheless - and love. So much of it.

And both men gone too soon.

Vincent's paintings still have an impact on people, as do his letters. Antoine's writing still touches many, as do his doodles.

I can picture The Little Prince in The Wheat Fields