one day i’ll wake up and feel differently about you. i’m afraid that would be the day that i finally decided to get my head out of my ass and place it where it should be in the first place —- atop, controlling all the other organs in my body.
Luisa Casati (via niemandsrose)
This is true wherever you go—with colleagues, in the loving bosom of family, even amongst the educated sophisticates of Tumblr. Should this aloneness cause one to embrace conformity? Death would be preferable. —Nobody(via journalofanobody)
dear heavens grant me the patience to tolerate bullshit everyday, amen.
reading the daily newspaper is making me depressed all the more.
Madonna of feline leukemia.
Our lady of unpaid anesthesiologist bills.
Virgin of earthquakes on the fortieth floor.
Our lady of diabetic blindness.
Madonna of drudgery.
Our lady of deadpan.
Our lady of drive-by shootings.
Madonna of laboratory animals.
Virgin of the safety deposit box.
Our lady of the sales pitch.
Heavy-lidded Madonna of Thorazine.
Virgin of planetary tensions.
Personal virgin of stainless steel.
Madonna of the iron lung.
Madonna of the stock market.
Our lady of the statewide blackout.
Madonna of radiation sickness.
Madonna of carbon monoxide.
Our lady of genetic mutation.
Virgin of ether.