1. Six of us wanted to
    Lonely in our rooms
    Hated our own wombs
    Manifest destiny to harm
    Scars across our arms
    Scared to talk amongst ourselves
    Who gives a fuck about our hells

    Three of us tried
    A shard a glass against the throat
    A rope in spirals born to choke
    A roof built just high enough
    For the ground to call your fucking bluff
    scared or distracted or weeping
    Pushed into an ambulance screaming

    None of us did
    Walking out of the ward alive
    Head held towards the sky
    Fuck a memory I love the sound of their voice
    Fuck suicide they made the wrong choice
    After being blinded and beaten by emotion
    I’m happier than ever to know them

    Just something I wrote, thinking about all the friends I almost lost to suicide. I just learned today my best friend was suicidal, so it’s kinda important.

  2. In Honor of Art.
Click to make it bigger, it’s super big!

    In Honor of Art.

    Click to make it bigger, it’s super big!

  3. The questions:

    Your name and username.

    Where you’re from.

    Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.

    What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

    What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

    What do you call gym shoes?

    What do you call your grandparents?

    What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

    What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

    Choose a book and read a passage from it.

    Do you think you have an accent?

    Be a wizard or a vampire?

    Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

    End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

    As always, I tag no one, let the chain end with me.

  4. This is what you wanted, right?

    This is what you wanted, right?

  5. The only thing that we have full control over is our mind, but our mind only has physical space in our dreams, and we can’t control our dreams. We create them, they are our own and they are entirely us, by all rights we should be able to control them, but we can’t, they do as they please. Maybe the whole universe is God’s dream, created by him, and in the literal sense controlled by his mind, but just like any dream he is powerless in it. Every tragedy is a nightmare, every celebration is bliss, and every orgasm is a wet dream for god. All nearing towards waking up, where we will quickly fade out of his memory, if we’re even remembered at all.

  6. I’m nothing without you

    And I mean that as an insult

    I’ll piece together a personality

    From CDs I found on the side of the road

    I talk like this because I’m broken

    Not because I’m different

    I am the copy

    I am the patchwork poet scared of my own skin

    Desperately looking for a heart to wear

    And a face to call my own

    Because I’m terrified of being seen by you

    And I wonder what you’ll think

  7. princedollyjellyfish:


    A very good way of going about explaining this issue. It’s good to see something positive come from Tumblr.


    Reblogged from: love-in-the-universe
  8. I’m proud to not give a fuck about the place I was born in!

  9. http://ramshackleglory.tumblr.com/post/88030249260/ramshackle-glory-is-going-on-tour-these-are-the


    Ramshackle Glory is going on tour!
    These are the dates we can do, sorry if we aren’t going to your town but we aren’t adding any more shows. Hope to see you out there!

    for updates and future details here is the facebook event page:

    Finally! A punk show in VA that’s all ages! I will try hard as fuck to get there, even though I’m pretty far from Richmond..

    Reblogged from: ramshackleglory
  10. I wonder how many quotes on tumblr say they’re by Unknown but are actually just by the person who posted them…


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