The best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
— Charles Bukowski (via nayi-jagriti)

I am tired

I am tired of the constant hate

Accusations thrown from one side to the other

None are true, but they explode like Molotov’s all the same

Igniting more hate, more deaths, more victims

Take off those rose-colored lenses

Take a walk with me

Through the graveyards of the living dead

Take a seat, let me rest

For I am tired.

I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell.
— iamboundtowin (via bl-ossomed)

(via takea-walk)

A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil. — Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via conquestoffreedom)

I don’t discuss future tattoos with people unless I want to make memories with them. 

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant. — Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born (via fotelja)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

metaphorformetaphor:

For we have thought the longer thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils’ tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.

—Ernest Hemingway, “Chapter Heading,” 88 Poems (Harcourt Brace, 1979)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good. (via suspend)

(via coloredmondays)

nayi-jagriti:

When you see someone
you look up to and admire,
falling through the cracks,
your heart screams for them.

It screams retribution.
It screams for them to
Stay strong, because if they don’t
You’ll fall apart as well.

(via nayi-jagriti)

majorleagueinfidel:

History is full of wars that were fought for a hundred different reasons. But this war… Our war… I have to believe that it’s all worthwhile, because our cause is just.

Times change. Warriors don’t.

ayothewuisback:

Upon cleaning out the darkest depths of my grandmother’s fridge, I discovered food that is older than me. This expired in February… 1987. This can saw Reaganomics. This can saw The Challenger explode. It saw the fall of the Soviet Union. It was around when Tupac got shot. Both times. This can is older than The Simpsons. #bruh

Can I still eat it?

ayothewuisback:

Upon cleaning out the darkest depths of my grandmother’s fridge, I discovered food that is older than me. This expired in February… 1987. This can saw Reaganomics. This can saw The Challenger explode. It saw the fall of the Soviet Union. It was around when Tupac got shot. Both times. This can is older than The Simpsons. #bruh

Can I still eat it?

(via neyugneinahpets)

asker

agriking asked: All questions ending in 8.

:D 

8) Possibly my neighbors, if I’m feeling super lazy I’ll grab the mail in pj’s

18) Held paws with my pups

28) I kinda just want to blow shit up, that’s always fun. 

38) It is, but lust isn’t. 

48) Uhm depends who. I like cuddling…