This is one of those ideas where some person was like “Hehe, this might  be silly.” And then struck fucking gold.


I reckon if more people understood this there would be a lot less victim blaming when it comes to rape.

sixpenceee: has been a great source of entertainment for me in high school. Their articles are written in a comical way that will make you laugh as much as it makes you learn. 

  1. The 7 Most Unintentionally Creepy Places on the Internet: These are seven websites that prove the internet can still make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end
  2. 5 Real Murders More Terrifying Than Any Other Horror Movie: Real killers are real scary
  3. Creepiest Urban Legends That Happen to be True: (Part 1) (Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)
  4. 6 Terrifying Experiment Parents Did On Their Own Kids: Some people’s actions really make me wonder
  5. 5 Most Terrifying Diseases Doctors Can’t Explain: The oddities that exist in our world
  6. Creepiest Places on Earth: (Part 1)(Part 2)
  7. The 7 Most Horrifying Museums on EarthMy personal favorite
  8. The 6 Strangely Convincing Real Life CursesCoincidence or something more?
  9. The 7 Most Ridiculous Ghost Stories From Around the WorldA cultural experience
  10. The 5 Creepiest Disappearances That No One Can Explain: It’s like they vanished into thin air



one of new jersey’s most famous confections, saltwater taffy, was invented because some asshole’s candy shop flooded and ruined all his taffy and he sold it to a child anyway and i think that pretty much says a lot about the overall cultural climate of new jersey


details to die for
↳ roberto cavalli s/s 2015

Girl Empowerment Halloween Costume Guide



Take Me To Church || Hozier

My lover’s got humour 
She’s the giggle at a funeral 
Knows everybody’s disapproval 
I should’ve worshipped her sooner 
If the Heavens ever did speak 
She is the last true mouthpiece 


When the apocalypse comes
and all the windows are shattered
and the car tires have melted into the pavement,
once all the schools and hospitals
and skyscrapers have folded in on themselves
and the last street lamp has wilted like a starving flower,

I will still want to fuck you.

We both know I can’t handle stress well.
I’m anxious, claustrophobic, and things between us
haven’t always been easy — you nitpick, I’m stubborn,
and we have been fighting
over pointless things
like directions,
how you never take me anywhere nice anymore.
I saw the way you smiled at that poet
and her pomegranate metaphors SUCKED.

But sweetheart,
when a meteor crashes through
our kitchen ceiling, I will not panic.
When the locusts envelop the neighborhood
and our shower water thickens to blood,
I promise not to bite my nails.

I won’t even get angry when you don’t answer your phone —
even as the pavement begins to crack and spew like a rotten egg,
you will not get 47 missed calls in 4 minutes
(*even though we both know it’s possible).

When the news anchor finally tells us the truth —
that there is no hope — I won’t even thinking about
joining the angry mob outside
our burning apartment building.
Baby, no.

I will put on my least flammable negligee
and I will find you.

I will crawl to you across this curdling parking lot of a city,
lick your body new again like my tongue
is God’s hand trying to erase and recreate the earth.
For 6 days straight, we will be
what makes the sidewalk blister.

Day 1: in the beginning,
I will find you, pull you into me.

Day 2: we will make the earth
and the sky jealous.

Day 3: I want you to fuck me
bent over a crumpled taxi.

4: in the graveyard of a strip mall.

5: on the steps of the capital,
in every store, on every mattress that isn’t on fire.
This world is a melting candle
we’re only using for foreplay.

Day 6: You may think I’m in denial,
that I am avoiding the bigger issue here
but you didn’t even look at me
the last time you said I love you

and, shit, if it didn’t feel like the end of the world.

I know this can’t be healthy
(pretending everything is on fire), but baby,
we could be the most beautiful wreckage
in all this smoke.

When the apocalypse does come,
I will rebuild our city with my tongue.
I will suck this world’s ashes from your fingers.
I will refuse to let the fires of this hell
be the only thing that makes us sweat.

When the apocalypse comes,
so will we.


— “When The Apocalypse Comes,” Sierra DeMulder, The Bones Below (via anneretic)

I dropped my yoga class




Can’t keep meowt. [video]

Is…is that a container full of WATER they put in front of the door?  They had to put in a motherfucking moat to keep this cat out and it STILL DIDN’T WORK?!  This cat is hardcore.

fuckin cats man