peachtearsb:

i understand why van gogh cut off his ear and shot himself in the middle of an open field like i get it now

m1tos1s:

the only reason i still have depression is because i can’t take my brain out of my skull and blow on it like a ds cartridge

copperbadge:

chaoticdirt:

“Are we going to thrive? Are we going to thrive, Goosey, or are we going to wither? Are we going to thrive within the framework of the system or in spite of it? Ouch! That’s right, Goosey. I feel pain. I feel many types of pain.”

—My dad talking to our dog, Goose, first thing in the morning

I honest to god thought this was gonna be a passage from a Great American Literature™ from the early 20th century, like, something you’d find on the same shelf as The Grapes Of Wrath or Waiting For Lefty.  

Is your father Eugene O’Neill?