with a grin as wide as the truth

whatladybird:

mostly I am angry, my fist wrapped around the throat 
of a bottle, or a monster, or just some asshole 
in any roadside bar in any shitty town
sometimes I miss the scrapes on my knuckles, 
but mostly I get lucky and they find me first

sometimes I am drunk, flinging empty bottles
at the dead, in a scrap yard roasted
by my mistakes, my bones sloshing around in my loose skin,
scrabbling dirt with frantic fingernails, burying cat bones
begging for a deal to sell my soul 
just to prove I still have one

but mostly I am angry, kept awake by violent dreams that rip
their way out of me, snarling and spitting, feral, furious,
leaving gaping wounds that seep rage
and I hate the world without you, hate my world without you
and goddamnit 
I hope I never see another pair of blue eyes as long as I live

unless they’re yours

whatladybird:

Your god is Old. He killed children
in Egypt, murdered lovers in the night,
swept sinners dead in a righteous wave.
He told Eve she would die
if she ate the apple, knowing
that he had already planted the seed 
of the tree of Knowledge inside her.
He lied. He stole. He coveted.
Just because you create something,
doesn’t make it yours.

I will not be Job. If god tries
to tear down my house, I will
not weep. I will build it up again myself,
with my own hands. 
That god is not my god. I am New.
I will walk with children.
I will love and learn to swim.
I will eat apples and drink coffee
and build towers.
I will wear flowers
from that old tree 
in my hair.

foolishcaptainkia:

gothamshitty:

kushdrinker:

sweet dreams are made of cheese

who am I to diss a brie

I cheddar the world and the feta cheese

ev-harvarti’s limburger something

calcifer:

Okay this is going to sound really dumb and uncalled for, but I’m going to say it anyways

I see a lot of people who are really sad, and I don’t think a lot of people who follow me know that I used to be extremely depressed. Obviously I’m not nearly as depressed anymore, and I want people to know that if you persist, something will get better. That doesn’t mean that your situation will get better, you can’t change what will happen to you as much as you’d like to think, but you can change your mindset. You just have to become happy with who you are, and once you do that, a lot of the random shit that happens doesn’t matter so much anymore because all you need to be happy is yourself.

And you might say to yourself “I’m a good for nothing piece of shit who isn’t good at anything.” I used to say the same thing, but I just said that to myself so that I would eventually believe myself and it would give me a reason to be sad and I wouldn’t feel like it was so unwarranted. The truth is, that no matter who you are, you’ve made a positive difference in at least one person’s life, and that makes you worth something, that gives you value. Nobody is worthless and everybody is good at something.

termsofenragement:

sext: Hi I’m Johnny Knoxville, welcome to Jackass.

diorpaint:

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