food>love

It’s hard to maintain that military composure when one’s granny is inspecting! 

I think a lot about killing myself, not like a point on a map but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave. See, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because holy shit, there’s so much left to do! When I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over and the sadness is my old paint under the new, the sadness is the house fire or the broken shoulder: I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring.

Leave me by an open window and I’ll sit there for hours. Leave me with an empty notebook and I’ll write for days. I’m a thinker. Silence soothes me. It’s where I thrive.

#and then you have people only going about how ~hot~ he is

Tooth’s feathers have this purple sheen on the lower half of her body and it’s only apparent when her knees are bent or the angle is right

this is the kind of post I’ve been waiting for.