Dharma Rat

poeticsuggestions:

But I know I’m on the right track

(C.B)(4.1.19)

(via m-adorent)

heavensghost:

(via m-adorent)

lyricvll:

(via threeknees)

trans-humanish:

sev-wildfang:

if i was offered a boot, i would simply not lick it.

Rip to fascists but I’m different

(via mexicanheaux)

roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg:

wickedoldhag:

nicksmcvie:

“Stevie Nicks surrounds herself with girls. Wherever she goes, she brings girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “And there is never — ever — a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks.”

— (via bjorkdoll)

i think about this every day of my life

bdjdjeksj I love her

(via dontbeanassbutt)

c-bassmeow:

(via whatsthebeta-deactivated2019091)

hyrude:

im so mad bc “atlas shrugged” is such a raw fucking title. thats an EXCELLENT name for a book. a man holding the weight of the entire world on his shoulders is so moved by his disdain for the current state of things that he exerts the force to shrug. indifference to the nth degree. that’s fucking metal. then you read it and it’s just about hating poor people.

(via dharmarat)

memoryslandscape:

“Somewhere I had lost someone– so dear or so great or so fine that I never cared again: as if time dimmed, and color and sound were gone.”

— William Stafford, from “Looking Across the River,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerenial, 1993)

(via dharmarat)

buttonpoetry:

“And just because we know how the story goes doesn’t mean I won’t say the words.”

— Cam Awkward-Rich, "Vagina Monologue"