I grow tired of people comparing us to stars
and oceans
as if we are not already enough.

there is some of that in all of us! cries the poet.

no! I peel my sticky legs off the porch

we emit so much more than light and gas
we are so much more capable of warmth than ursa major
we are so much brighter than sirius
we have so much more depth than the mariana trench
we do beautiful and evil things

no! I walk inside
no! I draw my blinds
no! I don’t look outside until the sun rises.

I am brimming with hope and love and passion,
and not the metaphorical kind.

I’d like to see a star do that.




Don’t date someone you wouldn’t own a dog with

literally a fact that i go by


hello 911? somebody reblogged my post on tumblr.com and said “i cant breathe”. i think i killed someone. i would like to turn myself in

(Source: basedgosh)


How to read a George Orwell book:

1. Open book

2. Read book

3. Close book

4. Stare off in to spare for at least 4 consecutive hours questioning politics, media, authority figures and humanity as a whole until your entire perspective of social structure comes crumbling down around you and you wander about reality suddenly aware of your insignificance, ignorance and cattle-like demeanour 





How to tell if it was a gunshot or fireworks: gunshots don’t echo, fireworks do. 


the fact that anyone might commonly need to know this terrifies me

clearly you’re not from america