An identification chart of 42 North American butterflies.
where are all the hot teenage indie pop punk boys with messy hair good music taste and sarcastic tendencies
where are you
where are you hiding
we only see what we want to see
burnt every train ticket that ever brought me close to you
THIS IS WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME.. YOU TOOK MY COMPASSION. MY LOVE MY PITY MY SANITY AND YOU MADE ME ANGRY. YOU MADE ME DETEST. I AM LOST FOR I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE THE WEAK OR CARE FOR THE HUNGRY. I HUNGER FOR BLOOD OF OTHERS THANKS TO YOU. CANNIBAL. YOU EAT MY FLESH EACH NIGHT BUT TRICK ME INTO FEELING PLEASURE. YOU STOLE MY SOUL. YOU CANNIBAL.
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Humans Of New York (via iamcharliesangel)
“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Into The Universe with Stephen Hawking: ‘The Story of Everything’
Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
Typewriter Poetry #736 by James Andrew Crosby
A guide to French pastries