taycreatesmemories:

whatever happened to rihanna when she first started singing she was like yee mista dj song pon de replay and now shes like fuck me with a shovel and slap my titties

homo-euphoric:

This is too perfect.

Uhm, yes please.

avant-que-joublie:

mother dearest,
mother nearest -

you are a time bomb,
and you do not
even realize;

in one second,
you are harmless,
sparkling and
inviting,

and in the next,
your fuse is lit,
and your anger is
red-hot shrapnel,
flying and piercing skin,
hitting everyone
in close proximity;

i am…

whenboredatwork:

Heya. I thought I might as well start from somewhere with this spoken word thing I enjoy listening to but never attempted myself. Please excuse the shit recording. I don’t have great equipment to work with. And, yes, I have a funny voice. Anyway…

whenboredatwork:

Empty Spaces

Innocence was something I took for granted
and now I deeply regret it everyday
for who wants to be so familiar with 
disappointment, with anger and sadness?

Today, like a robot, I swallow bad news like
cereal in a bowl without enough milk
(or too much) and not run up to my soft, 
comforting pillows to cry my eyeballs out 

Today, like a zombie, I wander the streets
without taking a second glance at the
my generation drowning in abuse,
blind towards the crumbling of our existance

Instead I walk on by like it’s not in my place
to save what we have left of the young
prostitutes and the younger dealers
from the hands of their daddies and uncles

Instead I look down upon them like they
deserved the abandonment from their
dead mothers and broken families.
Why, because I deserve so much better?!

I loathe myself, and not because I’m really
a rotting carcass within this odd frame,
but because even as I biodegrade
I still don’t have the balls to retaliate

If I were innocent, the sorrow that surrounds
me would dissolve in skin and eat my flesh
from within. I would not eat nor sleep
until I found a way to fix their torn hearts

But, alas. If I start somewhere, it should be
with me. A being that suffers from not
having feelings, for not caring enough
to shed a single tear for a dying world… 

Innocence was something I took for granted
and now I think I deeply regret it every
other day, for now I am too familiar 
with not caring for anything. I feel nothing at all.

I will own my destruction.

“Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.”