Monday, September 29, 2014

grizzlyhills:

flightcub:

interretialia:

life-of-a-latin-student:

ratwithoutwings:

i’m so upset

I just realized that the reason ghosts say Boo! is because it’s a latin verb

they’re literally saying ‘I alarm/I am alarming/I do alarm!!

I can’t

present active boōpresent infinitive boāreperfect active boāvīsupine boātum

Recte!

image

if it comes from the latin word, they’re actually saying “I’M YELLING!” which is even cuter

do they speak latin because it’s a dead language

(Source: pidgeling)

Sunday, September 28, 2014
jinshuki:

Absolute brilliance.

jinshuki:

Absolute brilliance.

a word against wanting

see my neck is aching
because last night I lay my head
on the window sill of a boy I like
and it hurt
but I was too scared to move it

and my heart is throbbing
because he said his unwatched film
collection looks good on his hard drive
and I laughed
but I was too scared to fuck him

and my chest is sinking
because I say experience is
more important than potential loss
and it’s true
but I am still scared to lose it

and my hands are tingling
because I saw my bolder self
filling the ringing space between our bodies
but I left
and now my hands reach to nothing.

I’m asleep and driving
and the tulips in the traffic island
are ballerinas in the sun
and I’m eight-
Waltz of the Flowers starts to play-

now twelve and in Paris
and tulips are named my favourite
flower, mine, no one else’s,
and I sigh
but I still can’t embrace them-

now twenty-one and wondering
if a kiss is born of two lips
or four and if I shouldn’t ignore
those I miss.
(I look away and drive onward)

Thursday, September 25, 2014
whatsgrouse:

making vegemite worms with any non-savoy cracker: grouse

this blog is genuinely my favourite thing from this week

whatsgrouse:

making vegemite worms with any non-savoy cracker: grouse

this blog is genuinely my favourite thing from this week

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

I just remembered Prague has had a terrible habit of defenestrations, or throwing people out of windows, and I know it’s terrible because many people were brutally murdered but I also can’t stop giggling because it seems such an immature way to deal with someone you don’t like, to just hurl them out the nearest window, just get them out of your sight as quickly as possible, and I think defenestration might be a new favourite word.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
comeupkid415:

lolfactory:

The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.

This is one of the best things iv seen today

comeupkid415:

lolfactory:

The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.

This is one of the best things iv seen today

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies — all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.

Aldous Huxley

The Doors of Perception

(via weisstonedimmaculate)

those thoughts circle you again,
all at once, barely discernible
but you know they’re there,
familiar like your house in the dark,
door there, chair here
walk into them anyway

or run into them
go on, kick them, fall, bruise your legs.
(why do you sigh when you’re scratched?)
worry that you fall into pain
's embrace because it feels
safer, it feels easier, it
feels wiser,
than boredom-
it’s not, it’s not, it’s not-
fall into it anyway

wonder if you like it

tip for a wednesday: don’t listen to the Her soundtrack unless you want to feel each track creep through your body and swap every organ for heavy nothing.

valleypunx:

excuse me sir hello do you have a moment to talk about neutral milk hotel

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

How are you meant to make decisions when you can’t disentangle genuine desire from nostalgia?

(also how do you choose when you have genuine desire/nostalgia for a whole range of mutually exclusive things?)

(can someone tell me what to do with my life please?)