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Somniloquy

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femburton:

Jeff Goldblum circa 1980

Doppelgänger

(via roro-ing)

architectureofdoom:

Mirny, Sakha Republic, Russia

(Source: looo-ch)

Tinnitus

The sweet calming lull
Swelling in absence of sound
Brings fear of silence

(Source: seedofannihilation, via ahoyhoyyy)

My spirit animal

(Source: fuckingsushi, via disappeardownhere)

“ Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. ”

—    The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158 (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

(Source: twoshay, via artofirezumi)

“ have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?

maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths. ”

—    R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via awesomewriternerdfighter)

(via honey-andtar)

Al-t Model

Chimney

Matt

Carl