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miss-sinister:

I cannot believe these guys aren’t more well-known. I hereby introduce you to Hex Mortis… a group of insanely talented people who do props, armor, costumes, and illustration services. I implore you to check out their stuff. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/HexMortis

(via blood-beard-1721)

evolvinginflame:

Inspired by my brothers I Hate Poem from 2nd grade English
VjwPhoto
Deadlights
I hate that Israel and Palestine can’t come to an agreement, I hate that religion is the worthless fire of their feuding. I hate  when my car slides into things, I hate the way that I feel when I’m not dreaming. I hate colors, and light, the sun most of all, I hate remembering, I hate memory, I hate this sordid withdrawal. I hate assholes on TV that try to sell you things, I hate those media monsters whose only purpose is to manipulate the minds of developing human beings. I hate doctors, and pharmacy’s, I hate that they have us by the balls, I hate that they worship faceless statues of promised wealth and gold. I hate the way people smile when I see them in passing, I hate courtesy as a necessity, I hate regurgitated greetings. I hate the way people judge you before they know you, I hate that kindness is abused and generally taken completely wrong. I hate the word “Serious,” and the way people use it, I hate that in recent context, it is only used as a sexual cushion. I hate Kanye and Jay-Z and icons who think they are gods, when they are not deserving of anything aside deserving their necks meeting saws. I fucking hate anything Rob Thomas writes, I hate anything he is involved in, It makes me want to tear out my insides. I hate people in church’s who pretend like they know, anything of real servitude while walking hallways of gold. I hate that children die every day, and that people have the nerve to say it was planned by God this way, I hate stupid customs done by wrote, I hate people believe so passionately in fairytales out of ancient books, I hate the images they portray without reading a single fucking word. I hate ignorance, and bliss and the saying the comes along with it. I hate that everything I wear is made with poison by children, I hate that its always cheaper and more convenient to do anything that is destructive, I hate the need for money and how easy it is to fall through. I hate blind nationalism, and guns, and wars. I hate when I walk into a store, and see, “Every third  dollar goes to charity,” I hate how most lap it up and smile, I hate that glow of nauseating achievement and the light in their eyes. I hate to pretend like I don’t feel afraid, I hate to dispose of anything that makes me feel safe. I hate needles, and whores and more things than I can think of. I hate that at the grocery store I heard some crackhead say, “Nothing healthy needs to go in your mouth,” to his defeated daughter with dirty hair and eyes that belonged to the grave. I hate this godless unrest that has been sleeping next to me.  I hate the awkwardness the comes with new meetings, I hate the fact that I want to say so much and don’t know where to begin.  I hate how god made it so cold and still sends the wind. I hate feelings and how they grow, the farther away they are the tighter I hang on to their ropes. I hate death, and life and the fact that we all have to live for what? To die? I hate misery and mirrors, reflecting back behind my eyes. I hate that these things will not leave my mind, I hate to write when it’s so much easier to writhe. I hate the messages you send, how you try to make me forget. I hate that I’ve been alive this long and was still taken in, I hate that you fucking ruined my life, I hate that I can’t give up and escape your lies. I hate being treated like an arm to help people up, and I’m tired of trying to help when I’m feeling so fucked up.  I hate selfishness and embracing it, I hate mind games and thick skin. I hate that you all want to fuck and still just be friends, I hate that you all mistook me for a beggar and a completely submissive man. I hate that art is all that matters to me, and I hate that in trying to express it, I fall short completely. I hate that truth is so often euphemized, I hate that in general its awkward to say what you really feel. I hate that lies are so easily idolized, and that even when caught up in their webs, people would rather save face and subside. I hate that I feel relief writing this, and I hate that I wanted to keep writing but I didn’t.


Pretty much.

evolvinginflame:

Inspired by my brothers I Hate Poem from 2nd grade English

VjwPhoto

Deadlights

I hate that Israel and Palestine can’t come to an agreement, I hate that religion is the worthless fire of their feuding. I hate  when my car slides into things, I hate the way that I feel when I’m not dreaming. I hate colors, and light, the sun most of all, I hate remembering, I hate memory, I hate this sordid withdrawal. I hate assholes on TV that try to sell you things, I hate those media monsters whose only purpose is to manipulate the minds of developing human beings. I hate doctors, and pharmacy’s, I hate that they have us by the balls, I hate that they worship faceless statues of promised wealth and gold. I hate the way people smile when I see them in passing, I hate courtesy as a necessity, I hate regurgitated greetings. I hate the way people judge you before they know you, I hate that kindness is abused and generally taken completely wrong. I hate the word “Serious,” and the way people use it, I hate that in recent context, it is only used as a sexual cushion. I hate Kanye and Jay-Z and icons who think they are gods, when they are not deserving of anything aside deserving their necks meeting saws. I fucking hate anything Rob Thomas writes, I hate anything he is involved in, It makes me want to tear out my insides. I hate people in church’s who pretend like they know, anything of real servitude while walking hallways of gold. I hate that children die every day, and that people have the nerve to say it was planned by God this way, I hate stupid customs done by wrote, I hate people believe so passionately in fairytales out of ancient books, I hate the images they portray without reading a single fucking word. I hate ignorance, and bliss and the saying the comes along with it. I hate that everything I wear is made with poison by children, I hate that its always cheaper and more convenient to do anything that is destructive, I hate the need for money and how easy it is to fall through. I hate blind nationalism, and guns, and wars. I hate when I walk into a store, and see, “Every third  dollar goes to charity,” I hate how most lap it up and smile, I hate that glow of nauseating achievement and the light in their eyes. I hate to pretend like I don’t feel afraid, I hate to dispose of anything that makes me feel safe. I hate needles, and whores and more things than I can think of. I hate that at the grocery store I heard some crackhead say, “Nothing healthy needs to go in your mouth,” to his defeated daughter with dirty hair and eyes that belonged to the grave. I hate this godless unrest that has been sleeping next to me.  I hate the awkwardness the comes with new meetings, I hate the fact that I want to say so much and don’t know where to begin.  I hate how god made it so cold and still sends the wind. I hate feelings and how they grow, the farther away they are the tighter I hang on to their ropes. I hate death, and life and the fact that we all have to live for what? To die? I hate misery and mirrors, reflecting back behind my eyes. I hate that these things will not leave my mind, I hate to write when it’s so much easier to writhe. I hate the messages you send, how you try to make me forget. I hate that I’ve been alive this long and was still taken in, I hate that you fucking ruined my life, I hate that I can’t give up and escape your lies. I hate being treated like an arm to help people up, and I’m tired of trying to help when I’m feeling so fucked up.  I hate selfishness and embracing it, I hate mind games and thick skin. I hate that you all want to fuck and still just be friends, I hate that you all mistook me for a beggar and a completely submissive man. I hate that art is all that matters to me, and I hate that in trying to express it, I fall short completely. I hate that truth is so often euphemized, I hate that in general its awkward to say what you really feel. I hate that lies are so easily idolized, and that even when caught up in their webs, people would rather save face and subside.
I hate that I feel relief writing this, and I hate that I wanted to keep writing but I didn’t.

Pretty much.

(via evolvinginflame)

mirahxox:

lets-go-lesbos:

People often describe to me what their vaginas look like and then ask “Is that normal?!”

Well here you go, ladies. Proof that there’s more than one kind of coochie. 

Your bits are normal.

Every vagina is “normal”! Be proud of yours!

(Source: jaxson2011, via orgasmictipsforgirls)