compost in training;

(via miilk)

(Source: adding, via satan-o-matic)

"She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat, but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word."
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via disgustinghuman)

(Source: filthiestlaugh, via disgustinghuman)

(Source: ottosplotch, via punk-)

(Source: lazersunfish, via chrssy)

(Source: fermenting--dregs, via catcrusher)

(Source: willfosho, via babypaintbrush)

(Source: super-gif-taihen, via b0ylita)

(Source: punk-)

(Source: pokemoncap, via tamaguccci)

(Source: circuit-city, via beatngu)

©