Hi, my name is Joe. I'm a college student, studying the Theatre Arts with a focus on the performance aspect. My fandoms are many, and i am passionate about far too many things, and i go on rampages of posting peoples' faces a lot. I'm a pretty interesting person. I love all things art, music, books, theatre, video games, movies, and television. I'm positive we would have something to talk about, so send me whatever you like!

 

Dear sir,

No, fuck being civil. Fuck being polite, you’re don’t deserve it.

Dear subhuman piece of garbage,

I wish I could tell you this to your face, but it would not end well, so I’ll settle for writing this letter that I know you’ll never read. I wonder how you it would make you feel, knowing that there’s someone in the world who would love nothing more than to see you die a slow, excruciating death. I hope it would scare you, I hope it would scare you too your very core. How can you live with yourself? How can you feel no remorse? How can you do that to another living, breathing, feeling human being?

You’re my darkest fantasy. I dream about a world where you get what you deserve. You’re the only person in the universe that I wish unending, torturous pain upon, and even then, it would be too good for you, you sack of fucking dog shit. I say this with utmost convinction. Yours will be the first and only grave I dance on, and I’ll keep you to that.

With fondest hate,

I hope you die alone, afraid and in pain

Anonymous asked
You are so cute, I just want to kiss you and watch the sunset with you :)

[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13]

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?

All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.

Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.

Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.

Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.

It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.

And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.

Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

I had this exact same moment with my father. when i was in the pits of my eating disorder and severe depression, everyday he would ask me what he could make me to eat, anything i wanted. everyday i would tell him nothing and he would walk away, sullen. one morning he walked in with a bowl full of yogurt and fresh fruit and said to me “nothing in here will hurt you. i picked out every piece with the love in my heart i have for you.” that is the day i started recovery.

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REAL LIFE DISNEY PRINCE TOM HIDDLESTON EXHIBIT

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Always reblog the Real Life Disney Prince. Pay attention boys, this is how it’s done.

I’ve always liked Tom Hiddleston but this just made me fall in love with him

i love him aww<3

Why I love him dearly.

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hippist:

absorb this for a good hour, after you looked at it just look at again, incase you missed the big picture

This is so powerful and important, individual thought is dying.

I think about this a lot

Bye.

(Source: wormmedicine)

you had such a thirst for knowledge; and now school has ruined that.

something that someone said to me recently and I think about it a lot. (via writerings)

(Source: ecrirers)