A Sugar-Filled Life

Your mother warned you about places like this.

I have no words to describe this feeling. I am a fool. I am foolish and careless. I am open and vulnerable. Any evil that may come to harm me, will kill me in a second. But it was bound to come anyway. I rest easy knowing I don’t have to spend every day fighting space. I rest easy knowing that the galaxy will continue expanding into infinity and that good and evil will come when they damn-well feel like it and that my heart will shatter into a million pieces before me and that I will lose time more than it will lose me and that I cannot save anyone, including myself, and that everything can be rewarding if I just think of it in any possible way it can exist. I have never felt this way, boy. A fool, I may be. But I believe I have fallen in love with living for the first time in my life. So I will let my heart stay out every single night, if it brings it closer to knowing this kind of love.

Stop Leaving Your Heart on the Porch (K.Ulrich)

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I have no words to describe this feeling. I am a fool. I am foolish and careless. I am open and vulnerable. Any evil that may come to harm me, will kill me in a second. But it was bound to come anyway. I rest easy knowing I don’t have to spend every day fighting space. I rest easy knowing that the galaxy will continue expanding into infinity and that good and evil will come when they damn-well feel like it and that my heart will shatter into a million pieces before me and that I will lose time more than it will lose me and that I cannot save anyone, including myself, and that everything can be rewarding if I just think of it in any possible way it can exist. I have never felt this way, boy. A fool, I may be. But I believe I have fallen in love with living for the first time in my life. So I will let my heart stay out every single night, if it brings it closer to knowing this kind of love.

Stop Leaving Your Heart on the Porch (K.Ulrich)

I go home in 4 months. A week after that; I will commit suicide.

Anonymous, I never received a notification for this message. I hope you’ve received some relief by dropping this in my ask box. Planning this, or more so knowing this, is a heavy weight to carry. Anon, this is not traditional advice, it is not advice at all. This is not traditional support, I cannot offer that. This is me telling you that you make every decision in your life. You make the decision to wake-up and produce something or to sit in bed and remain immobile. No one, regardless of how persuasive or influential, can change your perspective or frame of mind. This world will continue with or without me and you. Yet I would argue that to be beautiful. To know that every moment is a decision and choice for you to make and that space will continue to expand whether or not you decide to stay, can be incredible. To be able to marvel at how unimportant we are in a structure of organically complex components can be liberating. 
Anon, I don’t know what to say. I don’t think you have put this here with the intention of me changing your mind. I think I had to type something to sleep better tonight, just knowing that I tried to share my perspective. But that’s all we have. We have what’s before us and perspective. 
I can’t tell you to stay, no one can. But I can tell you, as someone who has come damn close to leaving, that there is a way to relish in insignificance. There is a way to feel perfectly content in being unimportant. I don’t want you or anyone to go, but people will go on despite what I want. 
If you’d like to message me privately, we can chat. I wish that you find some peace. Your peace may be different from mine, but we can still chat about whatever you want. 
This world is dope, anon. In a terrible, tragic and fragile way, this world is absolutely amazing. 

unexplained-events:

It’s almost Halloween and I know a lot of you kids out there must be wondering where pumpkins come from, well there you go.
Once they are born, we take them away from their mothers, throw them in a field and sell them. 

unexplained-events:

It’s almost Halloween and I know a lot of you kids out there must be wondering where pumpkins come from, well there you go.

Once they are born, we take them away from their mothers, throw them in a field and sell them. 

(via ianbrunner)

lesbeeanmovie:

greencarnations:

cinematicsymphony:

This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.

CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:

  • do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
  • go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
  • if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
  • look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
  • the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
  • works every time

"sad little bug" is the cutest and most accurate term ive heard used to describe a child because sometimes bugs are kinda super cute sometimes bugs are really fucking annoying and sometimes bugs are downright TERRIFYING

(Source: kaliskadyami, via tumbledownhaven)

Brian-Let’s just kill them!

Leo-Kill the slaves?

Ian-Well they’re being set free in a way.

Dungeons and Dragons night (via ianbrunner)