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thebrokenheartedthatstillsing:

maxkirin:

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

Reading this was so satisfying woah

Obligatory #GreenRoom #selfie (Walking Across Egypt) (at The Schultz Theatre and School of Performing Arts)

Obligatory #GreenRoom #selfie (Walking Across Egypt) (at The Schultz Theatre and School of Performing Arts)

Posted a second time since I forgot to post to FB, Twitter, etc. K. Flay @ #WarpedTour  (at Merriweather Post Pavilion)

Posted a second time since I forgot to post to FB, Twitter, etc. K. Flay @ #WarpedTour (at Merriweather Post Pavilion)

MC Chris!!! #WarpedTour  (at Merriweather Post Pavilion)

MC Chris!!! #WarpedTour (at Merriweather Post Pavilion)

Vans #WarpedTour with The Ready Set.  (at Merriweather Post Pavilion)

Vans #WarpedTour with The Ready Set. (at Merriweather Post Pavilion)

My other character in “Comedy Tonight” #GreenRoom #selfie  (at Trackside Theater)

My other character in “Comedy Tonight” #GreenRoom #selfie (at Trackside Theater)

Obligatory #GreenRoom #selfie.  (at Trackside Theater)

Obligatory #GreenRoom #selfie. (at Trackside Theater)

penicillium-pusher:

Pride flags for some of the more so-called “unconventional” genders and sexualities. This is for the people who don’t always feel like they are welcome or a part of the LGBTQ+ community. We may not receive the recognition and representation we deserve, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t here. 

forgivingtoafault:

thewomanfromitaly:

lezbhonest:

mcstump:

dear straight people,

aye yo tumblr, we need to talk about how this slam poem will fucking change your life

This is beautiful.

always one of my favorites

Got chills at the end.

For a contest #WishIWasHereSweeps

For a contest #WishIWasHereSweeps

doomedGoblin

russianrust:

Hey guys!

I made a blog for my etsy shop! (I also just made a twitter)

I’m trying to raise money to move to California to be with kaieffingleng!

(It’s been over two years and I’m tired of being on the wrong coast!)

Promote! Order! Custom order!

If you can’t order…

(Source: russianoladya)

GOOGLE SEARCH:
Painless ways to kill yourself.

i. There is no painless way to kill yourself, someone, somewhere, will feel the pain.

ii. The internet says, “sleeping pills, you will fall asleep and never wake up! You won’t feel a thing!” When that is a lie, your stomach will turn to fire and your throat will fill with the taste of your own stomach acid. You will drown in your own spit. That isn’t even the worst party, it’s when your mother comes home from work. She will walk through the door, and call out your name. She will call and call and there will be no response, maybe you’re in the shower? Maybe you’re asleep? She will walk up the stairs, knock on your door to receive no answer. When she walks in she will see the lifeless body of her baby girl, lying on the floor. Her heart will stop but she will run to you with shaky knees, touching your face that is now still and cold. Her body will be on fire, and her throat will begin to tighten, the sharp pains in her chest will feel like knives in the heart. That image will kill her more than her own death, it will haunt her living years each night. She will no longer be alive, but just as dead as you are now.

iii. Years ago, your father showed you the gun safe he kept in the house in case of emergencies, you knew the pass code, you knew how to shoot and loud, at least you had an idea. They say a bullet to the brain will do the job.. So one night, when your father is fast asleep, you will be down the hallway staring down the mouth of a gun.
One, two, three..
Your father’s heart will jump and his body will follow, the first thing he thinks of is you. He will scream your name and run down the hallway and bang on your door. It’s locked. His knees begin to feel weak as he bruises his body trying to knock down the door, the first sight he see’s in blood splattered on the wall. At that moment his breath began to stop, and his eyes wandered to yours. Still open, but no more life inside your shell. He will drop to his hands and knees and scream why, why, why. There will never be a day he won’t hate himself, for keeping a gun in the house, for not making you happy, for not knowing. He will live a life without a son, live a life with an empty space. Live a life of hurt, and hatred for himself.

iv. You may think that when you’re dead and gone you will not be hurting anyone. You may think when you slide a blade across your wrist, you’re only hurting yourself. Yet I have learned that is not true, it’s not. The person who will find your body, the one who see’s the cuts, their chest will feel tight and they will feel like it was their fault for letting it get this far. The only mark you will be leaving on them is pain, hurt, and the question why? So please note this, there is pain in every suicide attempt, every death, every cut. You are not only hurting your life, but others too. Because you are cared for.

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i.c. // “There is always pain in death, maybe not felt by the one dying, but felt by the lovers of the deceased.” (via delicatepoetry)

I really needed this.

(via giive-me-a-reason)

this was relevant

(via s4ds0ul)

It’s the only reason I’m still here.

actresssinger7:

A Masterclass in Acting: A Novel by Tatiana Maslany

(Source: in-hell-with-a-dead-girl-walking)

hipsterinatardis:

stopdreamingstarttrolling:

he just can’t let it go

None of us can

wilwheaton:

Dat 80s porn, tho.

wilwheaton:

Dat 80s porn, tho.