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"NOTHING HAPPENED TODAY. AND IF ANYTHING DID, I’D RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT IT."

blacksquares:

for my entire life i wondered why a dragonfly has an ass thats like 8 times as long as their body and tonight i finally felt compelled to investigate and as it turns out dragonflies breath thru their ass and can shoot water out of their butt hole to make them fly faster…….so…… i really did not expect that to be the answer but there it is

(via m4sterpeace)

favouritepoem:

They tell me,
shaking their heads:
“You should be kinder…
You are somehow—furious.”
I used to be kind.
It didn’t last long.
Life was breaking me
hitting me in the teeth.
I lived
like a silly puppy.
They would hit me—
and again I would turn the other cheek.
I’d wag my tail of complacency,
and then, to make me furious,
someone chopped it off with a single blow.
And now I will tell you
about fury,
about that fury
with which you go to a party
and make polite conversation
while dropping sugar into your tea with tongs.
And when you offer me more tea
I’m not bored—
I merely study you.
I submissively drink my tea from the saucer,
and, hiding my claws,
stretch out my hand.
And I’ll tell you something else about fury.
When before the meeting they whisper:
“Give it up…
You’re young,
better you write,
don’t jump into a fight
for a while…”
Like hell
I’ll give in!
To be furious at falsehood—
is real goodness!
I’m warning you—
that fury hasn’t left me yet.
And you ought to know—
I’ll stay infuriated for a long time.
There’s none of my former shyness left in me.
After all—
life is interesting
when you’re furious!

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a stiff prefabricated beam that barely covers the gap between one end of your life and the other.