Discombobulation

Female, 23, Professional Pessimist.

23 Jul

I want to be as carefree as this fellow

23 Jul

kingcheddarxvii:

notviolet:

Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

SHUT THE HELL U P

this man has gone too far

(Source: chrisprattdelicious)

23 Jul
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (via observando)

23 Jul

(Source: followthewestwind)

23 Jul

(Source: con-leche)

23 Jul faeryhearts:

I wish I were on yonder hill;'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill'Til every tear would turn a mill.* Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,I’ll sell my only spinning wheelAnd buy my love a sword of steel.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I’ll dye my petticoats; I’ll dye them redAnd ‘round the world I’ll beg for breadUntil my parents shall wish me dead.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,I wish I had my heart againAnd vainly think I’d not complain.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…But now my love has gone to FranceTo try his fortune to advance.If he e’er comes back, ‘tis but a chance…Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…— Siúil a Rún, Trad. Irish.* Translation: ‘May you go safely, my darling.’Artwork: Siúil a Rún, by Vassantha.

faeryhearts:

I wish I were on yonder hill;
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
'Til every tear would turn a mill.
* Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
And buy my love a sword of steel.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I’ll dye my petticoats; I’ll dye them red
And ‘round the world I’ll beg for bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I’d not complain.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance.
If he e’er comes back, ‘tis but a chance…
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
— Siúil a Rún, Trad. Irish.

* Translation: ‘May you go safely, my darling.’

Artwork: Siúil a Rún, by Vassantha.

23 Jul
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via observando)

23 Jul

(Source: savagepumpkin)

23 Jul

(Source: meow-roar)

23 Jul

Even when things were shitty I always assumed that there existed, in the future, some point in which I’d have my life together and be at least moderately successful and contented with my lot but I’m starting to realise that maybe I’m just always going to be an underachiever and I’ve made too many mistakes already for a do-over. Like, why am I struggling to swim against the tide; sooner or later it’ll wash me away..