we can dance forever

starkidsunglasses:

One of the reasons I haven’t uploaded pictures from Apocalyptour is because they’re on the family desktop. 

And my dad has been watching youtube videos for three hours.

He’s on a bathroom break and I took a peak at what he’s watching:

what the fuck

dad

what the hell

I know she’s supposed to be on a rocket-ship of some sort, but in all honesty she’s flying through space on a giant dildo

starkidsunglasses:

TMI post that you probably shouldn’t read unless you want to know what menstrual cramps feel like in intense detail.

Oh god, I thought I was going to die today. My friends and I woke up to go on a walk and watch the sunrise this morning. We bundled up and started our hike. 

And then the cramps came. Oh dear baby jesus. I swear, that’s probably close to what contractions feel like. I squatted and rocked back and forth because I thought my uterus was on fire. Whoever is reading this, if you’ve never had cramps before this is what it feels like:

Imagine barbed wire. Barbed wire that has been sitting above a fire for several hours so that it’s the perfect temperature to successfully burn your skin if it touches you. Your worst enemy has just put on gloves and has jammed the barbed wire into your abdomen. Pushing it in as hard as humanly possible, and at the same time, twisting it. Clockwise. Then counterclockwise.

And then your worst enemy brings out a barrel of water balloons. They’re filled with boiling hot water, and before you can even think about ducking to avoid being hit, your enemy begins to pelt them in your direction. Some barely graze your skin, but the large welts on your body mean they’ve made contact and that your enemy is winning. Several of them explode right on target and hot water splashes all over your stomach, and water trickles down to your thighs, burning the skin in the process.

The hot water mixes with sweat. Pain shoots up and down your spine, spreads to your shoulders and comes down to your chest.

White hot knives pierce every inch of your pelvic area. Then it feels as if the knives are stuck and someone who has never heard of the word gentle is trying to pry them out if your skin, but they’re stuck and everything goes to shit and in that moment you’d gladly trade away your favorite books and front row concert tickets just to be free of the pain. And then you cry and you’re in the bath and you pray the vicodin kicks in.