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Metal, politics, and baby animals. Sometimes I write short stories via crowd-sourcing on Twitter. I ask for a name, occupation and location, then make the rest of the stuff up and write the story within an hour or so. I also write some other things. To join the party, follow @ChloesThinking and await next steps.

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    rubbermaddox:

    Ilustrations by the incredible Carol Rossetti check her out and follow her here! http://carolrossettidesign.tumblr.com/

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    — 1 week ago with 190664 notes
    Last Night I Lit My Hair On Fire

    Last night I set my hair on fire. And not in some cool bra-burning, protest-type of way. I was leaning across a bar and trying to get the asshole bartender’s attention and all of a sudden I smell burning hair and notice that my hair was on fire. There was this dumb candle. It was one of those types of bars, you know, the ones where you have to get some horrible password emailed to you or something and then say it to the door guy. So you end up screaming “MILK AND MASHED POTATOES” or whatever outside of a trendy wooden door on a crowded street, while passer-bys look at you like you’re just another sign of the apocalypse.

    It’s like, “oh, getting drunk isn’t shameful enough? You feel the need to add more mortifying actions between me and my $20 beer?”

    So, yeah, I set my hair on fire while leaning over the bar, and the UCLA student behind it looked at me and was like, “yeah that’s probably going to smell for a couple of days.” LIke. Fuck off, student. I’m aware and going through the humiliation of having done this, so please, by all means, keep your non-witty, obvious commentary to a minimum. 

    Anyway, like the whole fucking bar of course is looking at me like I’m this drunk asshole when I was just trying to get my friends a drink. I looked at them all, right back, straight-faced, and said “Yeah. I leaned over the bar and my hair caught on fire. There is nothing really left to say.”

    So naturally I’ve been crying all day about my life and what it’s become, because last night I used a password to get into a bar where I failed at the excruciatingly simple task of not lighting myself on fire.

    It’s so humiliating, just even having a body.

    — 3 months ago with 2 notes
    #rant  #drinking  #short story  #bars  #life in bars  #me  #my life 

    highwaybliss:

    demon-on-a-bike:

    Sky burial is a ritual that has great religious meaning. Tibetans are encouraged to witness this ritual, to confront death openly and to feel the impermanence of life. They believe that the corpse is nothing more than an empty vessel. The spirit, or the soul, of the deceased has exited the body to be reincarnated into another circle of life. The corpse is offered to the vultures.

    It is believed that the vultures are Dakinis. Dakinis are the Tibetan equivalent of angels. In Tibetan, Dakini means “sky dancer”. Dakinis will take the soul into the heavens, which is understood to be a windy place where souls await reincarnation into their next lives.

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    WOah

    I’ve heard tell about these. Isnt it crazy how differently cultures deal w/death? [GRAPHIC] #SkyBurials

    (Source: tomatesasesinos, via asshatchets)

    — 4 months ago with 42745 notes
    #sky burial  #death  #dying 
    "And I could still feel her touch there, on the inside of my arm. Like it was deep and there was something growing there. And I’m out in the middle of an endless beach with a lighthouse twirling behind me. Thinking stupid things. The way you do. I’ll move away. I’ll give it all up. I’ll leave the order. I’ll go back to Ireland, find a different poverty. But nothing made sense. The end of the country, man, but there was no revelation."
    Let The Great World Spin
    — 4 months ago
    #love  #lust  #relationships  #conflict 

    Don’t ever give up on life, because it will never give up on beating the shit out of you, no matter what, forever.

    — 4 months ago with 2 notes
    #life 
    blog-anglophonic:

If you don’t know who Mykki Blanco is
go to YouTube, watch “Wavvy” and then come back. Shit is gonna be off the rails. I will not be high at this show, howevs…I required assistance from a sweet old lady to find my way home last time, and I’d rather not relive that shame.

    blog-anglophonic:

    If you don’t know who Mykki Blanco is

    go to YouTube, watch “Wavvy” and then come back. Shit is gonna be off the rails. I will not be high at this show, howevs…I required assistance from a sweet old lady to find my way home last time, and I’d rather not relive that shame.

    — 4 months ago with 14 notes