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I have a voucher for 6 donuts and a coffee, now all I need is Fire Walk with Me
(Source: twinpeaks4eva)
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I have a voucher for 6 donuts and a coffee, now all I need is Fire Walk with Me
(Source: twinpeaks4eva)
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YES YES YES! Sometimes I want to beat people who insist mental illnesses are “all in you head” with a brick. Yes, they may literally be in your head, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t have actual underlying physiological and cellular mechanisms which are actually disordered. You don’t tell someone to “snap out of” depression, or example, because that’s literally like saying “snap your monoamine system back into place!”. This doesn’t mean pharmaceuticals are the only thing that helps with mental illnesses (brains are so complex that things like psychosocial interventions are quite good at altering neurotransmission), but what this does mean is that unless society treats mental illnesses as something arising from a genuine physiological disorder, then it’s very hard for the individuals affected to get the help they need. It also means that I continually want to beat people with bricks.
(Source: midnightcode, via stfuconservatives)
Hell nightclubs of 1890’s Paris.
Cabaret du Néant and Cabaret de l’Enfer, Montmartre.
At this gothic nightspot, visitors pondered their own mortality as they drank on coffins and were served libations (named after diseases) by monks and funeral attendees.
Looks/sounds like my kinda ting.
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I have been having an extensive conversation on facebook about birth control instead of writing my thesis. Sometimes I think I’m doing the wrong degree.
(Source: satanic--hispanic, via stfuconservatives)
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It’s always interesting to think about all this newfangled technological crap as one day (very soon) being obsolete, and that things as simple as radios and vacuum cleaners were once technological wonders
(Source: misswallflower)
there is no truer definition of “fail” than having to explain to your mother that her co-worker’s prostate cancer was in no way caused by him being gay, and that no amount of bum sex will lead to unusual cell proliferation >_<