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    (Source: tibets, via humancomputer)

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    (Source: slurricane, via nuclearharvest)

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    creepychick:

    all relationships are doomed. if you emotionally undress in front of someone, they will pour acid on your shivering skin and leave you to die.

    —-howard—-fresh meat—-

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    (via boyhood)

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    noair said: I know about it. When I quitted at first I was feeling okay, then after several months the emotional rollercoaster started to going down and I had to get back home to see my therapist after a long time and get back on meds. it’s a matter of chemistry

    Yeah, but you tend to forget that when things have been going alright for a while. I was even beginning to forget how bad it can get. It’s like “It was just a phase” or whatever. And then it creeps back up on you and you’re like “Oh right…I actually suffer from depression.”

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    noair said: why did you quit though

    Couple of reasons. There were some side effects that were starting to come back and fuck me up and I wasn’t going to therapy anymore coz I couldn’t afford it so I didn’t really have anyone to play the “Is this dosage okay? How about now?” game. I’ve been largely okay since. The time I spent on medication was important in getting me into a space where I could deal with my shit. I’m better at dealing with it now. But lately, it’s started to come back again. Fun times :)

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    Reset.

    It’s been a year since I quit my meds.

    It was going well until about a week ago when everything started crumbling again.

    I’m gonna spend the afternoon pushing my reset button.

    Reset.

    Reset.

    Reset.

    Reset.

    Reset.

    Reset.

    Reset.

    I don’t think this shit works.

    Fuck.

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    wahaladey:

manufactoriel:

Ghana

yes boss!

    wahaladey:

    manufactoriel:

    Ghana

    yes boss!

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    synvisc:

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    The Grandmother (David Lynch, 1970)

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    futsin:

minato-rise-up:

andrastesgrace:

esaevian:


Blake wants the curvaceous, gorgeous Honey in his bed. Now. He’s lusted (but not loved, let’s get that straight) after the luscious woman for months. True, he looks like a bad-boy biker mixed with a player and, yeah, he’s broken a few things in her bar… But only because the guys were hitting on his girl. With no hope of winning her over in sight, he does what any red-blooded werehedgehog would do in his position. He lies.

THIS.
IS.
A.
BOOK.
[x]

WEREHEDGEHOGWEREHEDGEHOGTHIS IS A THING OMG HELP

werehedgehog

WHAT.

    futsin:

    minato-rise-up:

    andrastesgrace:

    esaevian:

    Blake wants the curvaceous, gorgeous Honey in his bed. Now. He’s lusted (but not loved, let’s get that straight) after the luscious woman for months. True, he looks like a bad-boy biker mixed with a player and, yeah, he’s broken a few things in her bar… But only because the guys were hitting on his girl. With no hope of winning her over in sight, he does what any red-blooded werehedgehog would do in his position. He lies.

    THIS.

    IS.

    A.

    BOOK.

    [x]

    WERE

    HEDGEHOG

    WEREHEDGEHOG

    THIS IS A THING OMG HELP

    werehedgehog

    WHAT.

    (via kraken-queen)

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