there is a fish that swims up urethras, anglerfish males dissolve their own face and turn into a gonad in order to reproduce, and there is a bug that drills his dick into the female because they don’t have vaginas
We all write about 3 or 4 am because it is so damn poetic. However, have you been awake at 6 am in the city? Have you felt the fresh air of the morning on your soft lips? If you have not, then you should.
The way the sun rises over the city it is so romantic you will fall in love with the world. It shines over the ghetto streets and you somehow, just for a little bit, you let go of the heartbreak from the night before. The streets are empty but few souls walk the boulevards. And drunk people are asleep on the bus stops, I guess they were on their way home but sometimes home is under the naked sky. Fathers and mothers are on their way to work with a cup of coffee in their hand and messy thoughts in their head. The avenues are dirty with cigarettes packages and love letters but the lovely breeze will clean up. You will smile just a little bit when you know that the universe has given you one more chance to be alive.
Take a break from screaming into your pillow at 3 am, and crying your veins out at 4 am. Buy a ticket, a cup of coffee and get lost in the city you think you have known. You don’t. The world has so much to confess at 6 am in the morning.
“A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch. The body rots, melts into slime. Flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. And the family of the girl buys the honey from the store, and the family eats the girl.”—The Tracey Fragments (2007)
“Menstrual pads have been mentioned as early as the 10th century, in the Suda, where Hypatia, who lived in the 4th century AD, was said to have thrown one of her used menstrual rags at an admirer in an attempt to discourage him”—if you don’t think history is a truly inspiring subject you’re wrong (via fashiondisastercecil)
long-distance friendships are terrible because you can’t meet up with them whenever you want and hang out on any given day which is why when i’m president i’m relocating the entire human population into a 10,000,000 story skyscraper that also acts as a bridge from earth to the moon which comes with the added benefit of swinging the moon around like a fucking mace, god damn it’s gonna look so cool. what was i talking about