The World Laughs in Flowers

I am a passionate, hardworking, artist and activist.

I have decided to take a quest in blogging, er whatever it’s refereed to these days. I’m not quite sure what I’m hoping to get out of this — if anything. After all what does anyone hope to get out of sending their thoughts in to a pool of electronic nothingness? Nevertheless, I go forth unabashed spilling my thoughts in to a massless body.

She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via troubled)


I Don’t Miss a Thing Folks

I was at work yesterday talking to one of my co-workers on the floor, a customer comes up and asks something about basil plants, I answer the question and as they’re walking away I hear something I find to be completely shocking. Charlie turns to me with a blank confused expression on his face, I ask:

  “We’re thinking the same thing aren’t we?” 

We both start laughing and he says,

  “Was the girl a dude? I’m pretty sure that was a dude.”

I’m confused at this point I thought we were sharing the confused look because I heard the lady say to the man she was with

  “I know you said you don’t like or eat vegetables, but basil is a plant so it doesn’t count    right?” 

I thought we were shocked that this person doesn’t like vegetables, I don’t notice the un-important things such as gender labels. The vegetable issue is the real shocker here folks.  

overnightparfait:

My friend Ben posted this wonderful picture.

OH MY GOSH. How amazing to see Cash on my dash! And Ben’s famous “Go Vegan!” hat!

overnightparfait:

My friend Ben posted this wonderful picture.

OH MY GOSH. How amazing to see Cash on my dash! And Ben’s famous “Go Vegan!” hat!

I have a fever of 104 and I’m fairly sure I’m going to die. 

Someone kill me, please. 

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Regina Spektor, “Lullaby” 

Listening to this while my dog snores at the end of my bed and my cat cuddles me. I want to cry; it’s moments like this you guys. My soul aches. 

Menstrual blood is the only source of blood that is not traumatically induced. Yet in modern society, this is the most hidden blood, the one so rarely spoken of and almost never seen, except privately by women, who shut themselves in a little room to quickly and in many cases disgustedly change their pads and tampons, wrapping the bloodied cotton so it won’t be seen by others, wrinkling their faces at the odor, flushing or hiding the evidence away. Blood is everywhere, and yet the one, the only, the single name it has not publicly had, for many centuries, is menstrual blood.
Blood, Bread & Roses, How Menstruation created the world - Judy Grahn (via cuntbarf)

(Source: goforthandagitate)


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reginaholic:

Small Town Moon (album version) by Regina Spektor

“Today we’re younger than we’re ever gonna be”

This song makes me cry in the most lovely soul aching ways. 

It's a secret to everybody.: Berlin Art Students Threaten to Decapitate an Adorable Sheep ↘

itsasecrettoeverybody:



Berlin art students threaten to decapitate a sheep if you don’t vote to save it.


The duo’s (Iman Rezai and Rouven Materne) minimalist Web site hosts a looped video of the artists testing and guillotine and asks a simple question: “Should this sheep be killed?” The online poll has…

Don't Ever Say What I Said to Other People. It's Stupid.

  • Mom: Marie, do you have a text?
  • Me: Um... yeah? Wait what?
  • Mom: I mean can you text Miss.Angela and ask her if we need to wear uniforms?
  • Me: Yeah, okay
  • *Phone beeps*
  • Mom: What'd she say? What'd she say?!
  • Me: She said nope
  • Mom: Did she say anything else?
  • Me: She also put a smiley face
  • Mom: Oh god I can hear her saying "Oh gosh Bessa, sometimes I wonder about you." Also don't ever say what I said about the texting to other people. It's stupid.