"In the lingering moments before you die, your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living being. It is not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate is too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. you dream that nothing happened. It’s in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you ‘looks like we’re not gonna make it this time’. It shares a cigarette with you as you recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anyone like your body. It has been with you every day, good or bad. It’s even kept a journal of your life carved in scars."
written by Joe Rogan (via nautilaceae)
"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage."
written by E.E. Cummings (via skeletales)
can we just like fast forward through the entire month of september i want it to be october already
I’ll wake you up when September ends.
FUCK THIS JOKE I’VE BEEN HEARD IT EVERY SINGLE SEPTEMBER FUCK GREEN DAY FOR MAKING THE SONG