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mojave-red:

foxyamazingoperates:

mojave-red:

40mg:

If you think about it in the shower, you’re not over it

I’m apparently not over the burning of the library at Alexandria

Is anyone truly over it?

They shouldn’t be

When books burn, our hearts do too.

Let’s be honest – the real potential of immortality having the time to read every single book you’re curious about, watch all the movies you’ve ever wanted to see and discover music you never even knew existed.

ah yes, the four essential elements of human life:

bread, potatoes, rice, pasta.

prose is just poetry in anarchy

plants are the silent watchers protecting us, animals are the wild warriors taking down our enemies, and if we kill both, we will perish as soon as a single old god awakens

actually my theme song is the strings and drum intro of the phoenix by fall out boy which abruptly changes into boney m’s ra-ra-rasputin after the first chorus and ends with me whispering “there’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do” to remember not only toto’s blessing that is africa but also remind you that I am in fact invincible

“looks don’t matter, it’s what inside that counts” is an easy thing to say when you are so beautiful that you don’t even notice and the first impression people have of you is always how nervous, heart-fluttering, overwhelmed you made them feel, how badly they want to get to know you, to realize your even larger beauty inside; and it’s easy to say when you’re not so absolutely average-looking that it coaxes nobody into a second look at all, with no interest to learn who you are inside.

so yes, it’s inside what counts, but if nobody cares about looking, you end up watching alone. you either learn to love your brilliance in silence and solitude or you scream loud enough that they have to look at you.

I want to look like the sound of fingernails slowly, one after the other in endless repetition, coming down onto an expensive mahogany desk.

*calls you something harmless as an insult*

*calls you something insulting as a pet name*

Calling someone a flower name because they’re pretty: boooring.

Calling someone a flower name because they absorb deadly star rays to expand in size and expel a substance that would likely be lethal to most alien life forms: photosyNTHEXCITING.