Fuck cops, bosses, rapists, racists, Presidents, the money
economy, Border Patrol, prisons, cat callers, haters. Go feminists, anarchists, indigenous communities, gift economies, queers bashing back, apolitical violent hoodlums, border crossers, friends, and totally making out for like hours.

Pat the Bunny  to the question: “What do you want people to know about you?” (via st0nerpunk)

I’m not straight, and I’m not gay," she says. "I’m not bisexual. I want out of the labels. I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, someplace to be that’s not on the map. A real adventure.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via hellray)

LIfe is a lot like a scary roller coaster. In your earliest years, you wait in line to get on board. Then you’re loaded in and you’re pretty excited about that. In your teenage and young adult years, you’re struggling up that scary hill. Depending on your personality, you either fear the upcoming plunge, wish you could go back to the beginning, or anticipate with excitement the coming adventure. And then some folks are already gazing down at the end of the ride, realizing it’s such a short spree. Everybody experiences all of these different perspectives at different times in their lives. Focusing on the end of the ride when it’s only just climbing that hill is not a fun way to enjoy it.

Brady Boyd (My father)

Death is a fascinating thing. The human mind continually returns and returns to death, to mortality, immortality, damnation, salvation. Some fear death, some seek it, but it is in our nature to wonder the limits of human life..

Wasted: a memoir of anorexia and bulimia by Marya Hornbacher (via scene-change)

Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before…

Edgar Allen Poe (via indigo-prior)

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

Voltaire (via pandeiaa)