aight bro ive done headed out

thehouseisdust:

RAIDEN FOR VOGUE 

(via )

shobe-sandwitch:

twilightofficial:

The cheap Halloween vampire fangs stay ON during sex

the cheap vampire fangth thay ON during thex

drivelinemiami:

I fall back concoct new worlds

I fall out in throbbing swirls

I fall until i stop this world

I fall the fuck off this world

vint-agge-xx:

Late 19th Century Wedding Dress

malscare:

this is what GOOD PUSSY sounds like *sound of gun cocking

(via mrs-brando)

hell-propaganda:

*ends my father’s bloodline*

(via mrs-brando)

directbraintopost:

directbraintopost:

directbraintopost:

why doth the human body ooze when provoked

theres an ooze for just about every brand of human provocation and plainly i am sick of it

was going to elucidate on this matter but then realized i was accidentally inventing the four humors again

(via chooblogs)

astraldemise:

astraldemise:

for college i want to start making chimera plushies but i cant stand the idea of cutting up a plushie..

i cannot express how distraught this question makes me feel

(via hungwy)

lesbicrow:

I am reminded of a film about a young man who comes upon a rat in the streets of Paris. This rat is special; he has been gifted with a talent for the culinary arts. He transcends his station as vermin. Yet he is cursed to live a half life, his greatest talent confined to the kitchen in which he will never be welcome. Yet he strives to live; he conducts himself through the young man, concealed within the chef’s toque. The man becomes marionette to the rat - yet the rat himself is puppet to the whims of his own ability, unable to find significance in the simplicity of his species’ station. In the end, it is only the food which escapes the cruel influence of obligation. It is constituted not by what it must do, but only by what it has always been. Tell me, Will, are you the rat? The young man, controlled? Or are you, perhaps… the food?

(via dai-kg)