A whole lotta fuckery, blogging, self reflection, queerness, eroticism, feminism and other shit that I like.

aleksssandra11:

All monsters are human. na We Heart It.

aleksssandra11:

All monsters are human. na We Heart It.

poplipps:

The real you versus the #Instagram you… Love this @kat_in_nyc #regram #amazing

poplipps:

The real you versus the #Instagram you… Love this @kat_in_nyc #regram #amazing

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Stream of poetry…I invoke thee…click for more.

joey-revenge:

Los Angeles. Someday’s I love you. Sometimes I feel you’re a pretty face with a busted soul. You’re hungry for youth, to feed on the youth and you are narcissistic and volatile. Someday’s I feel like you teach me how to live and other times I feel you’re sacred place, teaching me how to live and…

New blog post

joey-revenge:

Usually when it seems too good to be true it probably is. There is no need to be let down though if it’s all part of life and growing. I hope I didn’t fuck things up to the point where we can’t be friends or if there was anything I did…let’s hope.

So I’ve been working on music the last few days….

I have a ball

I have a ball

I have a ball

I have a ball

I have a ball

I have a ball

The last great era of Madonna

mattheww:

elmoramos:

Hung Up

Walking up in the club tonight.

The last great era of Madonna

mattheww:

elmoramos:

Hung Up

Walking up in the club tonight.

joey-revenge:

I’ve been hurting a lot the last few days. There are times I feel like I can’t breathe. My heart beats out of my chest and it’s crushing me. I’ve been alone a lot and my mind wanders to some negative places. I become consumed by thoughts that make me feel so small and insignificant. I feel like I…

Passion.
It is born, and though uninvited, unwelcome,
unwanted…like a cancer it takes root.
It festers. It bleeds. It scabs…
only to rupture and bleed anew.
It grows…it thrives…until it consumes.
It lives, so it must die. It lies in all of us.
Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden,
it will stir—open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us. Some to despair…
it drives others to murder and others to madness.
Passion rules us all, and we obey.
What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments:
the joy of love, the clarity of hatred,
and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bare.
Passion is the source of hope and the cause of despair.
It is the source of life and the cause of death.
If we could live without passion,
maybe we’d know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
Without passion, we’d be truly dead.

-Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

written by Joss Whedon

(via joey-revenge)