zeebeey:

Grown Woman // Beyonce

windwrinkle:

Seagull slide, Tawas City, MI

windwrinkle:

Seagull slide, Tawas City, MI

Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again — and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
Joshua Espinoza  (via clementineorange)


James Ensor, Skeletons Fighting over a Pickled Herring
1891

James Ensor, Skeletons Fighting over a Pickled Herring

1891

Am i gonna spend the rest of my life mourning my 14th yr??? Stay tuned

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