Fuck the police.
avril lavigne wakes up in the morning and goes to brush her teeth but plot twist she doesn’t have the girl’s toothbrush that sings you a barbie song she has the boy one that sings “hey now you’re a rockstar”
I am going to read this entire blog now
“If porcelain, then only the kind” by Stanisław Barańczak
If porcelain, then only the kind
you won’t miss under the shoe of a mover or the tread of a tank;
if a chair, then not too comfortable, lest
there be regret in getting up and leaving;
if clothing, then just so much as can fit in a suitcase,
if books, then those which can be carried in the memory,
if plans, then those which can be overlooked
when the time comes for the next move
to another street, continent, historical period
or world:
who told you that you were permitted to settle in?
who told you that this or that would last forever?
did no one ever tell you that you will never
in the world
feel at home in the world?
Possibly more relevant to my life than anything else right now
Honestly, I still want to weep bitter tears every time I listen to Amy Winehouse’s Frank and realize that I’ll never have her voice.
(via no)
“Games” by Jack Gilbert
Imagine if suffering were real.
Imagine if those old people were afraid of death.
What if the midget or the girl with one arm
really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be
to live if some people were
alone and afraid all their lives.
I literally can not believe “sea punk” is a real thing that people say
