Writing is something that you don’t know how to do. You sit down and it’s something that happens, or it may not happen. So, how can you teach anybody how to write? It’s beyond me, because you yourself don’t even know if you’re going to be able to. I’m always worried, well, you know, every time I go upstairs with my wine bottle. Sometimes I’ll sit at that typewriter for fifteen minutes, you know. I don’t go up there to write. The typewriter’s up there. If it doesn’t start moving, I say, well this could be the night that I hit the dust.
~ Charles Bukowski (via observando)
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goonpunch:

thesteven1:

#Read to filth by the Queen of England.

The queen has reached dangerous levels of sass

Gays Save The Queen

skittle-happy-matt:

goonpunch:

thesteven1:

#Read to filth by the Queen of England.

The queen has reached dangerous levels of sass

Gays Save The Queen

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a-new-american-classic:

I used to think we’d all shine on, but I don’t know that I believe it anymore. He didn’t know what kind of sunglasses to wear, so maybe John was wrong about that too. These are the things that I think about, staring at the ceiling with her bare breasts resting warmly against my chest. Her leg is…

samueljamesobrien:

The whole world was waiting
with stinking, baited breath.
We strutted past
though,
determined not to let it get to us.

Us.

We who’d slayed dragons
and climbed mountains
and who knew each other’s hands
better than we knew anything else
on the planet
or within ourselves.

We who’d walked on…

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molokoko:

amazing

“Just so everyone is aware, there is a bunch of misleading info being spread around re: ALS research - the “27%” figure is based on previous years’ annual funding; furthermore, the remainder goes to improving the quality of life of those suffering from ALS. Given that the annual funding is approximately 16M, that’s just over 4M spent on decreasing their suffering. It isn’t greed, it’s a lack of money.”Shut up already.

The ALS Association has a 4-star rating from Charity Watchdog. 
And the next time you start to complain about a charity either a) working on multiple fronts (because that’s what ALSA does—both seeking a cure and helping people suffering now) or b) daring to have administration expenses—let’s see how long you can last, much less tackle a cause, without printer paper and an internet connection. 

As someone who has watched a family member die from a neuro-degenerative disease; funding to develop better wheelchairs and bedsore creams is *just* as important as funding research to cure the disease itself…

A friend of mine posted an update from one of HER friends to FB earlier.  Her dad has ALS.  The ALS foundation came out to see if they could put in a ramp for his wheelchair, but they couldn’t afford it because of the kind of ramp he needed for the kind of house they had.
This week they called back and said hey, the thing is, we suddenly have a bunch of money, so we’re coming out to build that ramp.  And they did.  She posted pics.
So if you feel like bitching about the ice bucket challenge…reconsider.

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vananaz:

madlori:

jmathieson-fic:

mumblingsage:

decodethefallenmoon:

molokoko:

amazing

Just so everyone is aware, there is a bunch of misleading info being spread around re: ALS research - the “27%” figure is based on previous years’ annual funding; furthermore, the remainder goes to improving the quality of life of those suffering from ALS. Given that the annual funding is approximately 16M, that’s just over 4M spent on decreasing their suffering. It isn’t greed, it’s a lack of money.”

Shut up already.

The ALS Association has a 4-star rating from Charity Watchdog. 

And the next time you start to complain about a charity either a) working on multiple fronts (because that’s what ALSA does—both seeking a cure and helping people suffering now) or b) daring to have administration expenses—let’s see how long you can last, much less tackle a cause, without printer paper and an internet connection. 

As someone who has watched a family member die from a neuro-degenerative disease; funding to develop better wheelchairs and bedsore creams is *just* as important as funding research to cure the disease itself…

A friend of mine posted an update from one of HER friends to FB earlier.  Her dad has ALS.  The ALS foundation came out to see if they could put in a ramp for his wheelchair, but they couldn’t afford it because of the kind of ramp he needed for the kind of house they had.

This week they called back and said hey, the thing is, we suddenly have a bunch of money, so we’re coming out to build that ramp.  And they did.  She posted pics.

So if you feel like bitching about the ice bucket challenge…reconsider.

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thedailydoodles:

"Stranded on the Moon, High on Blur, and Watching World War 3 Destroy the Earth"
Funding for the International Moon Base had hit an all-time low. 
Though it was long his childhood dream to live upon the moon, the missions have become longer, rations and supplies scarcer, and a quirk in the rotations schedule has left him alone upon the moon for the last 8 months.  
He’s now nothing more than a glorified caretaker of an expensive relic that no one wants to pay for.
To pass the time, he has developed a strong addiction to “Blur”— an opiate-like hallucinogen administered through an eye dropper that creates warm soothing visions for hours a dose. 
He rationalizes his addiction by telling himself that the drug causes him to breathe less of the air supply, and eat less food… which are both true, but only helps obscure the lie. 
Month after month, the scheduled date to bring him back to Earth is pushed out further into the future as a tense political climate back home has made him a low priority.  8 months in solitude on the moon become 12, and then 16.  In month 18, World War 3 erupts across the globe.
He watches the bombs destroy everything he once loved all through the blissful haze of Blur induced visions.  The indescribable mix of sheer horror and pleasure will haunt him for the rest of his days. 
By month 34, he is the last human in the galaxy.
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thedailydoodles:

"Stranded on the Moon, High on Blur, and Watching World War 3 Destroy the Earth"

Funding for the International Moon Base had hit an all-time low. 

Though it was long his childhood dream to live upon the moon, the missions have become longer, rations and supplies scarcer, and a quirk in the rotations schedule has left him alone upon the moon for the last 8 months.  

He’s now nothing more than a glorified caretaker of an expensive relic that no one wants to pay for.

To pass the time, he has developed a strong addiction to “Blur”— an opiate-like hallucinogen administered through an eye dropper that creates warm soothing visions for hours a dose. 

He rationalizes his addiction by telling himself that the drug causes him to breathe less of the air supply, and eat less food… which are both true, but only helps obscure the lie. 

Month after month, the scheduled date to bring him back to Earth is pushed out further into the future as a tense political climate back home has made him a low priority.  8 months in solitude on the moon become 12, and then 16.  In month 18, World War 3 erupts across the globe.

He watches the bombs destroy everything he once loved all through the blissful haze of Blur induced visions.  The indescribable mix of sheer horror and pleasure will haunt him for the rest of his days. 

By month 34, he is the last human in the galaxy.

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obscure-lucidity:

I want to rip my fucking face off
take a stab into my chest
and choke this beating heart
for each pulse that it confessed

I want to stitch this whore mouth shut
and stop it from slipping songs
lick the legs of rust laden scissors
and separate my tongue

break these failing arm bones
to never again reach for embrace
I want to burn this fucking house down
and leave you cindering in it’s trace

hot damn

(via recognizingthevoiceless)

theflowsearch:

Thank goodness for flow time alone at home today. Ugh, much needed

theflowsearch:

Thank goodness for flow time alone at home today. Ugh, much needed


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I got a letter from
My beloved sister
Today from what
Feels to me now
Like the other
Side of the earth

The side on
Which I had always
Assumed I must
Belong

Now I’m trying
To convince myself
To email my teachers
And apologize for missing
A day of classes and 
Slow my body down
Enough that I can
Fall asleep before

The sun rises and
I want to be lying
Next to you

But you might
As well be as
Far away as my
Beautiful Lucy

And then there
Are the thoughts
Of the child I knew
Full well not to bear
And the weight of
The blood spilled 
And the ties cut
And the many moons
That have since passed
And the many still
To come before I can
Rightfully leave this place

Oh Lucy
My dearest love
I drew into a darkness
So deep even you
Could barely break
The silence in my head

The awful emptiness
Of the mote encircling
The screams within

I’m not in that
Place anymore
I don’t think I ever
Shall be again

And for now
This isn’t
The worst place
I could be

But I want to find
The sun and the sea
And the horses I miss
Every single fucking
Day I want to breathe
In and be alive again

Autumn will find
Me well enough
And ready for 
Sweaters and fallen
Leaves and winter will
Bring me finals and
Decisions to make

To what
To where
Will spring
Unfold

A love
A life I can
Believe in
A layer of myself
I hope to 

Blossom in

Oh, moon,
Find me tonight
Give me dreams
I can surrender to
Until I have to be
This piece of me
Again tomorrow

so. much. paint. so. beautiful.

so. much. paint. so. beautiful.

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#purgecore

In the space between
The scattered scenes
Of atrophy and motionless decay
I demand to see the sycamores
They all remember so much more
Than accident and things I didn’t say

Burn the forest down then look around you
The ashes fall betwixt the breeze
And after all who’s there to call on
When all is lost and you can breathe

Why deny yourself the right
To permeate extremes
Separate from destination
Cure your own disease

Cavernous delays resounding
Awaken from this haze the brasses sounding for your day
The waiting’s over turning circles in your chest

So hit it running until the day you’re laid to rest

Eat Them

Over exerted
Hyper-extended
Thoughts of “too much”
Too many lock downs

Freedom returns
When control is
Not absent
Rather disdain is
Abolished

Forged anger is but
A tool for brain melting
Release neural impulses
If only for your own sake

Black light
Backtrack
Begin relaxed revision
Of exlax and extract
Get that shit out of your system

Be complex
Allow
Existence
Overwhelm yourself
With wisdom yet to be
Your only interests
Falling up distractions
Eminent never only
Fully present

Given flames to burn
Your emblem
Let yourself
Become an entrance

Words without
Etymology
Overtaking ideas
Of sympathy
Martyrs die believing
Anything

What is there to
Forgive yourself for
Believe in growth
Change is a metaphor
If there is a beginning
And an end to all things
Is there really an in between

Or do we fool
Ourselves into believing
An interim is fluctuation
What is time
What is temptation
What is contempt but
Irate contemplation

Live as an adversary
To those who wish to
Remain stagnant
Walking examples of
The atrophy that occurs
Under emptiness