Zombienoms

I am a nerd, and the cake is a lie.

  • Quote

    Quote

    I’m not saying I invented the turtleneck. But I was the first person to realize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck! The… tactleneck!
    Sterling Archer
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    Well, Some nights, I wish that this all would end
    Cause I could use some friends for a change
    And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again
    Some nights, I always win, I always win…
    Fun, “Some Nights”
  • Blue October - Into The Ocean

    Blue October - Into The Ocean

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    Into The Ocean

    Blue October

    It’s a Blue October kind of day.

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    Picture

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  • PMS Clan

    PMS Clan

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    billythek1d:

    indiarussia:

    vivalalina:

    stabitthroughandjustifyyourpride:

    myvoiceisnowfoundiwillmakesound:

    poppendulum:

    thebombardier:

    askbatts:

    HOLY FUCK

    I ACTUALLY CANT BREATHE

    I LITERALLY JUST HIT REBLOG AND LAUGHED AT MY PHONE FOR A MINUTE OR TWO TRYING YO COMPOSE MYSELF ENOUGH TO TYPE THIS MESSAGE.

     ITS BACK

    DEAD, FUCKING DEAD.

    OH MY GOD

    what even,

    gooooodddbyyyye

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    I fight my body
    Wanting it to let me go
    I twist and writhe against
    The physical borders of my mind
    In every way that I know how
    As a lover
    As a bitter enemy.

    Finally, sweet release.
    I am free, and the pain which
    Held me physically
    Is not here, nor alongside me
    This must be my nirvana -
    And then, without warning,
    I am moved.

    A visage of you stands before me
    You reach out as if to touch me
    But I do not want to feel you
    Do not want you anymore
    Instead, I reach inside your visage
    A from within pull a heart
    And a soul.

    I touch your soul and it shatters
    I clasp the heart in my hands
    Until it beats no more.
    I slowly wrap my arms around my body
    My wispy hands take hold of
    My own soul; it too, shatters
    Ringing as pieces hit the floor.

    I beg for release, again
    It is not given
    I make my way to the
    Physical borders of my being
    Only to find that it was I
    That was broken all along
    What does it take to fix this?