Hey, I hope I wasn’t too annoying or useless today. 

I feel like I am, a lot, and I just wanted to say, sorry. 

I try to be nice sometimes too.

It’s just… Well, some animals are built to do certain jobs.

Some animals are good at hiding in holes, and some animals are good at hunting animals that hide in holes.

And I’m just not really built to be well-liked.

(via saddest-summer)

From Wikipedia:

Crack cocaine is popularly thought to be the most addictive form of cocaine,^[1] and one of the most addictive forms of any drug.^[1] However, this claim has been contested: Morgan and Zimmer wrote that available data indicated that “…smoking cocaine by itself does not increase markedly the likelihood of dependence…. The claim that cocaine is much more addictive when smoked must be reexamined.”^[10] They argued that cocaine users who are already prone to abuse are most likely to “move toward a more efficient mode of ingestion” (that is, smoking).

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So, is the substance prone to addictive use, or is the substance predominantly enjoyed by people who are prone to abuse substances?

Is there even a difference? 

I move towards the crying, Lydia close at my back. That feels good right? My partner watching out for me? With the murky mud and the mysterious mystery, it felt like we were maybe in the midst of a movie about the war in Vietnam – the war in the 60’s, the cool war, the fun one, the one they make the exciting motion pictures about. Where people say things like “Yay though I walk through the valley of darkness I shall fear no man for I am the meanest motherfucker in this valley”. That’s what this reminded me of, just for a moment. Deep in unknown territory, surrounded by strange locals, dripping in wet soil, your fellow soldier at your back, alone in the unknowable mystery of the jungle of human misery and misdirection…

(via foodfuckery)

I want to turn up the heat, until we start to bubble and pop. I want to see us dying from intense heats. I want to feel your skin starting to scorch as we push up close against each other and whisper sweet nothings of pain and lust into each other’s minds.

I set out walking, with a different boot from a different pair of boots, on each foot. I hold my breath, and I worry a little when I hear her car getting closer. I wince, and reach for the gun she stole back when we were going to be in love with each other forever and ever.

It takes me eight lifetimes to make my way back to Highway 61, but when I finally get there, there’s blood in my teeth, hunger in my belly, and a readiness to get the killing done wherever the blood hits the road.

Look it up and down, that girl coming at us from a distance off. She’s dripping in interesting ideas I shouldn’t be entertaining, but I can’t help it. She’s just so fucking engaging. I’d engage her in a second.

(via laaaaaaame-deactivated20110620-)

She has a houseful of homework. I have a need to tidy and keep my head down.

Leaving the apartment is harder on me these days. The smell of fresh spring air feel like bleach burning my skin.

If the Earth were a big blanket, I could pull it up over my head. I could sleep beneath the stones like a billion big worms grouped together.

(via 2043p)

Poor little monster is so mad at the world

She roars as her little bells jingle

She stomps her mighty feet and breathes atomic fire

Armies lay dying in her wake

“Grargah!” she cries out.

She does not want to do her homework

(via cupcakesoftheday)