Reality displacement. Disassociation from the self. Life affirming questions align like dominoes waiting for some benevolent force to topple its very existence. Channeling the mind to stay focused on what is believed to be true and virtuous, only to find that what one dreams could be what they see on a day to day basis. Fractals dance and merge from one another as carnal pleasure becomes a priority, to distinguish one from a beast is the cause of my ambivalence. The facades getting thin, the mask is melted down, and all I see is hallucinations of oneself floating through natures causalities manifested in the mind.
Band practice times
Although. In hindsight, it kinda looks like a big black cock
Nerves running wild like fire through my hastily thinning blood.
Millions of tiny pixies running riot in my minds sandbox with placards and chants, setting fire to parked thought, praying for the moment when Mt Anxious explodes over the populus and eradicates all thought to a cu de ta of numbness and stillness, preventing any presence of what was known of myself.
My mind aches
As potential dignity
Flows down a sewer
"Get a hold of yourself man"
“Dont give into the fear”
To be fair, all these quotes and cliches just made the bus fare outta here…
I want to break free
(Source: mindfulwellness, via sqquishy)
"Anne Bonny and Mary Read were pirates, as renowned for their ruthlessness as for their gender, and during their short careers challenged the sailors’ adage that a woman’s presence on shipboard invites bad luck."
Sculpture by Erik Christianson.
I’m not entirely sure that the statue really needed to have a tit out.
How dare women try to have nipples.
Actually I’ve seen this before and I can tell you— it’s because these women were bad ass pirates and when they killed someone they’d expose one or both breasts so that when their victim died, (s)he knew that they were killed by a woman.
ACTUALLY Anne Bonny purposely wore loose fitting clothes and displayed her breasts openly at all times during battle - mainly because men were distracted by them, and she took pleasure in killing said men while they were too busy staring at her breasts. Mary Read dressed mainly as a man (after posing as her deceased brother, Mark, for the entirety of her childhood) and both ladies cross-dressed from time to time, hopping between ships. They were known as the ‘fierce hell cats’ due to their ferocious tempers, and were key elements to Captain ‘Calico Jack’ Rackham’s crew - they were the only two known female pirates in the Golden Age of Caribbean piracy. IN FACT, when the ship was captured by the British Navy, Anne and Mary were the ONLY TWO pirates who fought while the males of the crew hid - they were all tried to be hung as pirates but Bonny and Read were both pregnant and were pardoned.
Calico Jack was a lover to Bonny, and as he was to be hung, Bonny’s final words to him were, “Had you fought like a man, you need not be hung like a dog.” Bonny and Read were possibly two of the most badass fucking pirates and they were FEMALE. The more you know.
This needs to be a movie people.
reblogging again because this is the best thing ever
Never gets old…
NO BUT THE “fat” IS THE BEST OMFG
Sherlock blocks with John!
Holy shit this is amazing. “Fat”.
(Source: reapersun, via sqquishy)
(Source: smirnyaga, via marta-diablo)
I keep pushing my body too far.
In 2012 I got my wisdom teeth out and played 3/4 gigs (don’t remember exactly, due to immense painkillers) directly in the week and a half after. I lost my voice and a lot of my range and couldn’t really sing properly for months.
Now after only having my hand out of a cast for maybe two weeks I have once again further damaged my hand. Its now swelling a ridiculous amount and I am left wondering whether or not I have done irreparable damage to it.
This needs to stop.
I need rest.
I need time to heal.
Please don’t let me say yes to gigs when I physically can’t do it.
I might cause myself permanent damage and never be able to play properly again.