Vicvaled - Virago

Today at the bus stop, I saw a dead crow and whispered, “no, matthias”. Why am I doing this to myself???

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

the rest of the avengers literally aint got shit on tony. parents killed by an assassin. sold to terrorist ring by godfather and legal guardian. open heart surgery w/o anesthetics, magnet powered by car battery in chest so that fucking shrapnels dont slice through his heart. hiking through arabian desert in 57°C with weak heart, injuries and no proper attire. paralyzed and left to die of shrapnel by that same godfather. almost died of a billion volt discharge fighting him. survived head on lighting blast by thor himself. got his house thrown at him after a terrorist attack was sent on his house. been living with palladium poisoning and survived only cause he managed to create a new chemical element with 7% help of his shitbag dead dad. survived an army of killer robots. survived the beating of two supersoldiers and laying beaten to pulp mid-siberia exposed to the negative 25 degrees celsius. survived an angry hulk attack and almost subdued the bitch through brute force. attached himself to a nuke and flew it through a wormhole into space, free fell from the fucking sky and almost hit the ground with full force. survived getting attacked by 20th century deadliest assassin slash super soldier with only bullet proof glasses and one (1) gauntlet. saved his damn self from being captured and tied up by killian. survived a dead drop in kansas. survived the full blast of a power stone. got an ENTIRE FUCKING MOON, A WHOLE FUCKING CELESTIAL BODY THROWN AT HIM HEAD ON, AND GOT UP 4 SECONDS LATER, UNBOTHERED, SHAKING THE DUST OFF HIS SHOULDER. ALL THIS WHILE BEING A 100% HUMAN AND UNTRAINED LIKE DO YOU ALL JUST IGNORE HOW FUCKING BADASS AND UNKILLABLE THIS MAN IS OR DOES STEVE NEED TO DROP THE “EARTHS BEST DEFENDER” ON YOUR OBLIVIOUS ASSES AGAIN

this site definitely doesn't allow you to paste the link to any article blocked by a paywall (say, a NYT article) so that you can read it free of charge! that would be illegal and would benefit broke college students too much. it definitely does not do that. promise.

observations from urgent care

- People who exercise a lot get knee injuries from overdoing it

- People who only exercise occasionally get knee injuries from being unprepared for the exertion

- People who don’t exercise get knee injuries from being out of shape

- Maybe knees just suck

WE’VE ALL GOT BOTH LIGHT AND DARK INSIDE US insp.

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another decade has passed and guess who’s still here? the moon. she’s always been here and she’ll always be she’s a Loyal friend to all of us say thank u moon

     Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement, the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or—like Boris—is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

— THE GOLDFINCH, Donna Tartt.

i just wanna be a pirate….tall leather boots……those fancy sleeves……swordfighting……..standing dramatically on a bowsprit or mast………….climbin some rigging………….getting rich and getting drunk w a crew…………..shooting a cannon……….the Dream