I hate when people emotionally abuse and manipulate others.
The worst thing is that they never stop. Because they’re fucking delusional. They aren’t living in Actual Reality, they’re living in their own made-up reality, where everything is someone else’s fault and nothing they do is ever their…
2:52 pm • 6 March 2014 • 56 notes
“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. This is what love is.”
— Welcome to Night Vale (via felicefawn)
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9:22 am • 18 September 2013 • 95,318 notes
White hearse used for children’s funerals, 1929, Studebaker
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1:12 pm • 15 September 2013 • 11,733 notes
We would like nothing more than to offer this little elephant a hug and a tissue. The newborn calf reportedly cried for five hours, inconsolably, after being separated for a second time from his mother, who tried to kill him, twice.
Keepers at a wildlife park in eastern China, the Shendiaoshan Wild Animal Nature Reserve, in Rongcheng, Shandong province, removed the calf from his mother after she rejected him, stomping on him. Hopeful that the injury had been accidental, they treated the calf and returned him to his mother’s side. She turned on him again, so they again removed him. The calf wept under a blanket for five straight hours before keepers were able to console him.
"He couldn’t bear to be parted from his mother and it was his mother who was trying to kill him," a keeper said, according to reports. All was not lost for the little calf, however. Named Zhuangzhuang, he has been adopted by the keeper who rescued him and they have formed a strong bond. [Source] [x]
I didn’t know elephants could cry.
Sometimes when an elephant loses their mate to death, they’ll cry on the grave and starve themselves until they themselves die
12:14 pm • 15 September 2013 • 103,913 notes
This is 100% what everyone does in their room when they are alone, and this girl filmed it. Bravo.
this is my favorite video in all of human history
I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS THE OTHER DAY THIS CUTE GIRL her laugh is so infectious goddammit
me after 3am
i was feeling so sad and she cheered me up so much oh my gosh
9:49 am • 12 September 2013 • 324,637 notes
For my dad’s birthday this year I decided to get a little pocket sketchbook and fill it up with doodles of monsters and mutants. Figured it’d be a pretty okay gift for the man who raised me on horror and science fiction flicks. Also, it was fun, and it helped me work myself out of a bad art funk this summer. My sister and I both make appearances here with extra sets of eyes.
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7:20 am • 12 September 2013 • 31,817 notes
Beyond the Barricade: hobbies masterpost!
a really excellent way to reduce anxiety is to pick up a new hobby. find something you’re interested in, learn it, then use it as a healthy and productive way to cope.
7:36 pm • 11 September 2013 • 172,147 notes
'stop being overdramatic' they say
'i dont know whaat you mean' i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist
4:40 pm • 11 September 2013 • 283,058 notes
I’m waiting to be punished.
For dismissing this responsibility on my shoulders
If only for just a second.
I’m tired and tempted
To collapse under this weight
Or shake it off.
But this thing has invited itself into my memories
And convinces me that a more effective coping mechanism is nonexistent
(Or never existed).
One of the only times I feel strong is when I hold my breath
And for a split second feel invincible
In this fictional light-headed reality
Until I have to exhale and the feeling disintegrates
Like the straw house under the big bad wolf
And I’m left feeling more exposed (and stupid).
But if I flick the switch
And repeat the phrase (phrase, phrase, phrase)
Or the word (word, word, word)
4, 16, 32 times
I can avoid the inevitable
For a while
Until the next time it is triggered
With a phrase (phrase, phrase, phrase)
Or a word (word, word, word)
Or the contact of my skin on something familiar and yet unfamiliar.
Repeating the irrational action
Stops the irrational thoughts
For a while.
A bittersweet kind of stability.
Until the next time I change the future
With a touch (touch, touch, touch)
Or a word (word, word, word).
It’s not comfortable
But it’s familiar
And sometimes it feels like ‘familiar’ is the best I can do.
3:51 pm • 11 September 2013 • 6 notes
I am kind of in retreat mode at the moment. Like I’m waiting for something big to blow over, but it’s not even happened yet.
2:57 pm • 11 September 2013