You don’t love me
Big fucking deal
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I’d rather walk alone
Than play a supporting role
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If I can’t get the Starring Role
Oh, evil the day that I was born, like a tale that a witch has told;
I came to birth on a bitter morn, when the sky was dim and cold.
The god that girds the loins of Fate and sends the nighttime rain,
He diced my game on an iron plate with dice carved out of pain.
“This for the shadow of hope,” laughed he, as the numbers glinted up,
“This for a spell and this for Hell, and this for the bitter cup.”
A Shadow came out of the gloom of night and covered me with his cowl
That carried the curse of The Truer Sight and the blindness of the owl.
Oh, evil the day that I was born, triply I curse that day,
And I would to God I had died that morn and passed like the ocean spray.
I came to birth on a bitter morn, when the sky was dim and cold.
The god that girds the loins of Fate and sends the nighttime rain,
He diced my game on an iron plate with dice carved out of pain.
“This for the shadow of hope,” laughed he, as the numbers glinted up,
“This for a spell and this for Hell, and this for the bitter cup.”
A Shadow came out of the gloom of night and covered me with his cowl
That carried the curse of The Truer Sight and the blindness of the owl.
Oh, evil the day that I was born, triply I curse that day,
And I would to God I had died that morn and passed like the ocean spray.
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| — | Robert E. Howard - “I Praise My Nativity” |
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means.
I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.
I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.
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| — | Neil Gaiman (via tumblrpigeon) |
Triggering a remote camera with her movements, a Bengal tiger takes a self-portrait while cooling off in a pool. Photo: Michael Nichols
now we know what profile pictures on tiger facebook look like
“I really wish you were still around…”
Whoops, there I go making myself sad again welp.
Yes, I know Mother’s day was almost 2 days ago asdafghfjk;-;
People with anxiety disorders are often labeled as “shy” or “quiet” or “that strange girl who probably burries bodies in her basement.” I’ve never actually heard anyone refer to me as the latter, but I always assume that’s what people are thinking, because that sort of paranoia is a common side effect of anxiety disorder. Personally, I always labeled myself as “socially awkward” and reassured myself that there are lots of perfectly normal people who don’t like to talk in public. And that’s true. Unfortunately it’s also true that my fear pushes slightly passed the land of “perfectly normal” and lands wel into the desert of ” paralyzing pathological handicap.
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| — | Jenny Lawson, Let’s Pretend this Never Happened. (via bahbahbrandi) |
But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood, restless harbingers of violence and bloodshed, knowing no other path.
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| — | Robert E Howard (via pyreofcrom) |
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
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Neil Gaiman - Fragile Things (via thatquote) |
