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When I first saw you, I was blinded and all I saw was bokeh lights and a fuzzy silhouette. When you came closer, I felt your warmth and I thought you are the Northern Star. When I think of fire, I see you. You see, it has been Winter for so long and you could only imagine how I long for you. But damn. After some time, I have never felt the wind this cold, it made me shiver so hard, it chilled my bones.
— (k.d.), i thought the ice had thawed but it’s winter once again

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- Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!
- Did I ever leave you?
- You let me go.
— Samuel Beckett, from Waiting For Godot (via violentwavesofemotion)




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Calloused hands and broken nails

I’ve been through so many wars and I am always the lone soldier, finding battlegrounds that no one have stepped foot on, may it be hidden behind the mountains or down below the ocean floor. I go alone because I feel responsible for the casualties. I go alone on wars because I know they’re mine and mine alone and it has always been that way. I don’t ask for help because I know I am responsible for what is happening in my life and eventually, I know things will work out and find their place in our connected lives. I go through wars alone and sometimes it’s a bloodbath and sometimes I go back unharmed, sometimes badly damaged. And it’s fine because that’s how wars work and in the end, I was always victorious no matter how long it took. I am a great warrior, that’s for sure. But there will always be weaknesses and soft spots and I wonder how it would feel to go back to the castle and see someone waiting. And that’s my fear, to not see anyone waiting and I am alone. How ironic. I guess castles with its brick walls terrify me more than shields and armors and swords.


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I don’t know
when
or why
or how
but it’s
kinda like
it didn’t
matter to me
anymore
and
it stopped
bothering
me.

I guess
we’ve
been out
of each
other’s
radar
for so long
that
we no
longer
affect
each other’s
lives.

And it’s
peaceful
and it’s
calm
and it’s
something
I’ve never
felt when
I’m with you.

Let’s keep it
this way.

— (k.d.), and i’ve stopped wondering if i’ll ever see you again

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token:

I realized why I was lost. It’s not because I didn’t have a map… It was because I didn’t have a destination.


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How does it feel?

To hold your love’s hand
for the first time?

The second, third?

First anniversary?

Wedding day?

When your firstborn is being born?

Running after her after a fight?

In silence?

Roadtrips and car rides?

Your last day?

How does it feel to hold
someone’s hand who
promised to never let go
and never did?

— (k.d.), i traced your palm and i saw stars

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You don’t have to love me now.
You don’t have to miss me and
you don’t have to want me back.
You don’t have to dream of me
or think of me before you fall asleep.
That’s not what I’m hoping for.
That’s not what I want.
What I want is for you to remember me.

Twenty years from now,
when you see a girl
absentmindedly chewing on her straw,
I want you to smile to yourself
and be reminded of
how much you hated that habit of mine.

Twenty years from now,
if you ever hear our song
playing in some obscure old music shop,
I want it to sound familiar and warm.

Twenty years from now,
when you visit your old room
at your parents’ place
and find the gift I gave you
for our first Christmas together,
I want you to take it
to your new place and keep it there.

Twenty years from now,
if our paths ever cross
by some odd chance or coincidence,
I want you to stop me
and say hello.


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claydols:

ohana means family. family means having your life choices questioned and your flaws pointed out to you


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deviliciousdorian:

My mom’s husband: Everyone in the past was so proper. 

Me: 

Ha. 

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No.


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the-derpy-introvert:

zyzil:

princess-azula:

grapefruitshampoo:

imnotthereasonthatyoureinsane:

tephnos:

sirisles:

dixiesaurer:

aaronwarner-anderson:

mongezeas:

g0kudera:

sarahdesdemona:

ninth-level-of-awesome:

I love how Tumblr teaches us how to be perfect criminals.

Also, if you’re burying a full body, make sure you bury them vertically. Satellites orbiting earth look for holes that are approx. 6ft long because that’s suspicious. Ideally though, drain your body of fluids in a tub ((mix fluids with bleach and let them soak before draining and take precautions to keep your house from smelling like death from your sink and whatnot. Draining the body also keeps decomp at bay a bit and makes it easier to portion)) and cut it to bits. It’s easier to bury a head than a whole body, and takes less time so you don’t have to tell your neighbors, “Oh, I’m night gardening!”
Also, if a dog happens across it, it’s more likely it will devour a single body part than all of your ex-husband.
Another method is to put it into a septic tank. They’re a plethora of bacteria, and the smell of waste covers the smell of decomposition very well.
You should also destroy all teeth, massacre the face and burn fingerprints/remove finger tips to keep from identifying by anything other than DNA.
…I didn’t come up with these ideas, just what I’ve gleaned from reading on the internet.

i used to joke about Tumblr teaching us how to get away with murder, but fuck, man

the thing is when i see this i want to go kill a man just because i have the knowledge

thanks tumblr

Remember when you’re at the crime scene to wipe down all surfaces and then take the victims hands and touch things with them. Pick up cups and run the hands along table tops. A room with zero fingerprints is very suspicious.
If you live near the ocean you can drain the body and cut up the cadaver into small pieces then mix it all together with fish parts and dispose of it easily by pretending to chum the water for fish and sharks. Actually do chum the water a bit before dumping in your victim to be sure there are plenty of hungry fish around. Stick around and fish for a while so anyone who happens to see you won’t get suspicious. This way you don’t have any body parts lying around waiting to be dug up and identified. Plus you might catch a marlin or something.

PLUS YOU MIGHT CATCH A MARLIN
I AFDGFHGKJHKHGFDSF I AM DONE

Don’t forget that the chances of being caught are greatly reduced if you murder someone who has no connection to you at all. Most murderers end up killing someone they know in some fashion, so they’re easily caught. Serial killers kill at random, hence why they can kill a lot before they screw up.
I am not a serial killer, honest.

I am seriously concerned for all of you

please don’t judge me for tagging this for future reference, IT’S FOR PURELY FICTIONAL PURPOSES OK

I’M PRETTY SURE THE NEXT TIME I SEE THIS POST, ADVICE ON BURYING BODIES WILL ADD UP UNTIL IT SUFFICES TO BE COMPILED AS A HANDBOOK

How to kill a bitch: a guide by tumblr


I worry about you guysI’m surprised you all didn’t mention the duck

the-derpy-introvert:

zyzil:

princess-azula:

grapefruitshampoo:

imnotthereasonthatyoureinsane:

tephnos:

sirisles:

dixiesaurer:

aaronwarner-anderson:

mongezeas:

g0kudera:

sarahdesdemona:

ninth-level-of-awesome:

I love how Tumblr teaches us how to be perfect criminals.

Also, if you’re burying a full body, make sure you bury them vertically. Satellites orbiting earth look for holes that are approx. 6ft long because that’s suspicious. Ideally though, drain your body of fluids in a tub ((mix fluids with bleach and let them soak before draining and take precautions to keep your house from smelling like death from your sink and whatnot. Draining the body also keeps decomp at bay a bit and makes it easier to portion)) and cut it to bits. It’s easier to bury a head than a whole body, and takes less time so you don’t have to tell your neighbors, “Oh, I’m night gardening!”

Also, if a dog happens across it, it’s more likely it will devour a single body part than all of your ex-husband.

Another method is to put it into a septic tank. They’re a plethora of bacteria, and the smell of waste covers the smell of decomposition very well.



You should also destroy all teeth, massacre the face and burn fingerprints/remove finger tips to keep from identifying by anything other than DNA.

…I didn’t come up with these ideas, just what I’ve gleaned from reading on the internet.

i used to joke about Tumblr teaching us how to get away with murder, but fuck, man

the thing is when i see this i want to go kill a man just because i have the knowledge

thanks tumblr

Remember when you’re at the crime scene to wipe down all surfaces and then take the victims hands and touch things with them. Pick up cups and run the hands along table tops. A room with zero fingerprints is very suspicious.

If you live near the ocean you can drain the body and cut up the cadaver into small pieces then mix it all together with fish parts and dispose of it easily by pretending to chum the water for fish and sharks. Actually do chum the water a bit before dumping in your victim to be sure there are plenty of hungry fish around. Stick around and fish for a while so anyone who happens to see you won’t get suspicious. This way you don’t have any body parts lying around waiting to be dug up and identified. Plus you might catch a marlin or something.

PLUS YOU MIGHT CATCH A MARLIN

I AFDGFHGKJHKHGFDSF I AM DONE

Don’t forget that the chances of being caught are greatly reduced if you murder someone who has no connection to you at all. Most murderers end up killing someone they know in some fashion, so they’re easily caught. Serial killers kill at random, hence why they can kill a lot before they screw up.

I am not a serial killer, honest.

I am seriously concerned for all of you

please don’t judge me for tagging this for future reference, IT’S FOR PURELY FICTIONAL PURPOSES OK

I’M PRETTY SURE THE NEXT TIME I SEE THIS POST, ADVICE ON BURYING BODIES WILL ADD UP UNTIL IT SUFFICES TO BE COMPILED AS A HANDBOOK

How to kill a bitch: a guide by tumblr

I worry about you guys

I’m surprised you all didn’t mention the duck


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Chapped lips.
Dead skin.
Fingers.
Feel.
Pull.
Blood.
Taste.
Repeat.
— (k.d.), mannerisms