Flying Elephant

Because fuck you, that's why

03 Feb

emilyinthetardiswithcheekbones:

frizz01percy:

this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies

We need to reblog this so much that the post breaks

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01 Feb

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23 Jan

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08 Jan persephonierose:


I am an artist, a writer, & I struggle with my demons. Writer and tormented don’t go hand in hand, but writing to help the demons escape my skin, before they devour me does. The disconnect between my dreams & the harshness of “reality” torments me.
We dance, my monster and I. Sometimes we sip tea together & have toast. Sometimes we fight until we both lay bloody, bleeding, & shattered. But, I can’t hate my darkness, any more than beauty hates her beast. Because, it’s always my monster that pick me back up when I lie in defeat, whispering, “Get up. Look at how far we’ve come. If you can win the battle of yourself, you could conquer the world. And when you do, remember to lay roses on my grave and cry, for it was me and only me that made you strong enough to fly.”
Reality is us. It’s not real. The monster is me and I am he. And we were meant to be. One of us will win and I guarantee it will be me. We are what we perceive. To be a successful writer, you must become so lost in your fairy tales, that you become one. And when I do slay my dragon, I will send him back to hell, teary eyed for all our darkness, I loved him well.
-Persephonie Rose

persephonierose:

I am an artist, a writer, & I struggle with my demons. Writer and tormented don’t go hand in hand, but writing to help the demons escape my skin, before they devour me does. The disconnect between my dreams & the harshness of “reality” torments me.

We dance, my monster and I. Sometimes we sip tea together & have toast. Sometimes we fight until we both lay bloody, bleeding, & shattered. But, I can’t hate my darkness, any more than beauty hates her beast. Because, it’s always my monster that pick me back up when I lie in defeat, whispering, “Get up. Look at how far we’ve come. If you can win the battle of yourself, you could conquer the world. And when you do, remember to lay roses on my grave and cry, for it was me and only me that made you strong enough to fly.”

Reality is us. It’s not real. The monster is me and I am he. And we were meant to be. One of us will win and I guarantee it will be me. We are what we perceive. To be a successful writer, you must become so lost in your fairy tales, that you become one. And when I do slay my dragon, I will send him back to hell, teary eyed for all our darkness, I loved him well.

-Persephonie Rose

13 Dec
13 Dec

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What happens if you pour molten aluminum into an ant hill. 

12 Dec

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12 Dec psychofactz:

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