The thing is, with loving an empty vessel, you fill them up with yourself.

Then it’s like looking at a disfigured mirror. Do you dislike that about him? Or about yourself? Is he crazy? Or are you?

I guess, to love an empty vessel you must love yourself.

Or not at all.
insposugar:

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insposugar:

INSPO$UGVR

When everything and everyone is pissing you off, take a look at yourself.

When you’re happy inside, the conditions on the outside don’t matter.

nevver:

Where’s your head at?

My birth stone as a skull as my first post since the last time I thought enough was brave enough cared enough to post. Settling is such an easy thing to do. Shutting out parts of yourself, telling yourself that it’s ok, that it’s only temporary, that it’s good for now. Fuck the ‘good for now.’ If you ever hear yourself saying that, or thinking that, know that what you’re about to do is bad for now, bad for later. NEVER lose sight of who you are, what you love, what makes you tick, what pisses you off, what gets you wet, what makes you want to die, what makes you want to live.Once it’s gone, you never know when you’ll get it back. nevver:

Where’s your head at?

My birth stone as a skull as my first post since the last time I thought enough was brave enough cared enough to post. Settling is such an easy thing to do. Shutting out parts of yourself, telling yourself that it’s ok, that it’s only temporary, that it’s good for now. Fuck the ‘good for now.’ If you ever hear yourself saying that, or thinking that, know that what you’re about to do is bad for now, bad for later. NEVER lose sight of who you are, what you love, what makes you tick, what pisses you off, what gets you wet, what makes you want to die, what makes you want to live.Once it’s gone, you never know when you’ll get it back.

nevver:

Where’s your head at?

My birth stone as a skull as my first post since the last time I thought enough was brave enough cared enough to post.

Settling is such an easy thing to do. Shutting out parts of yourself, telling yourself that it’s ok, that it’s only temporary, that it’s good for now.

Fuck the ‘good for now.’

If you ever hear yourself saying that, or thinking that, know that what you’re about to do is bad for now, bad for later.

NEVER lose sight of who you are, what you love, what makes you tick, what pisses you off, what gets you wet, what makes you want to die, what makes you want to live.

Once it’s gone, you never know when you’ll get it back.

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culturejunkie:

Here’s (8-bit) Johnny!

Is there a more classic horror flick than Stanley Kubrick’s, The Shining?

Probably, but it’s certainly up there with the best. 

In the spirit of all things Halloween, CineFix have turned it into an 8-bit, Nintendo-style game that totally does the film justice. 

Check it out and wish that it actually existed as a playable game. 

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY.

lovely-little-lotus:

best ever lovely-little-lotus:

best ever lovely-little-lotus:

best ever lovely-little-lotus:

best ever

Van Gogh - Roses, detail

Van Gogh - Roses, detail

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wicked-little-girl:

"Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.” - William Ernest Henry

wicked-little-girl:

"Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.” - William Ernest Henry

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