1. this.

    this.

    (Source: cockbarf)

  2. nevver:

Pizza Ouija

    nevver:

    Pizza Ouija

  3. smokeandacoke:

    "I know what to get you for Christmas." - Ian Pfaff

    Yes please.

  4. sad-desk-lunch:

It’s Wednesday - treat yourself.

    sad-desk-lunch:

    It’s Wednesday - treat yourself.

  5. From the Andrew W.K. store:"Super rare, limited edition, super super bright flourescent neon green. "I’M PARTYING" printed loud and clear in white."
There’s something hilarious about the bold-yet-not-really-bold proclamation this shirt makes. If you’re at a party, a club, a bar, whatever, beer in hand, presumably you’re partying. Shirt or no shirt.
So something tells me the best place to wear this would be a less obvious location. Like, a funeral. A factory farm. A Monday morning staff meeting where layoffs are announced. Or even maybe, you’re out in the woods alone Walden-style, looking out over a beautiful gorge and pondering humanity.
Which brings me to the question… if you’re partying in the woods and no one hears you, are you really partying?

    From the Andrew W.K. store:
    "Super rare, limited edition, super super bright flourescent neon green. "I’M PARTYING" printed loud and clear in white."

    There’s something hilarious about the bold-yet-not-really-bold proclamation this shirt makes. If you’re at a party, a club, a bar, whatever, beer in hand, presumably you’re partying. Shirt or no shirt.

    So something tells me the best place to wear this would be a less obvious location. Like, a funeral. A factory farm. A Monday morning staff meeting where layoffs are announced. Or even maybe, you’re out in the woods alone Walden-style, looking out over a beautiful gorge and pondering humanity.

    Which brings me to the question… if you’re partying in the woods and no one hears you, are you really partying?

  6. nevver:

What we’re reading

    nevver:

    What we’re reading

  7. the most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.

    — nietzsche (via visual-poetry)

  8. Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.

    — Anne Sexton (via howtotalktogirlsdialectically)

    (Source: goneril-and-regan)

  9. six word poem 6/6

    atonguewithbutsixwords:

    Prompt: “In love with someone who brings you immense happiness but you know in the long run isn’t good for you”

    Eventually, 
    our medicines
    become our
    symptoms. 

  10. shhhhhhhhhhh.

    shhhhhhhhhhh.

  11. 8 May 2013

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    fuckyeahdementia:

Purgatory

    fuckyeahdementia:

    Purgatory

  12. Jus ‘cause.

    Jus ‘cause.