been listening to naruto openings while doing math work. Still not sure how to factor polynomials but i do understand the power of friendship 

hannibal damn your way of speaking so softly i can’t hear a thing why do they all whisper in that fucking show the cannibal

mozzarella firefox
— my mom (via dutchster)
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.


"kids arent being social now a days because of those brain washing phones" what the fuck do you think we’re doing with the phones. do you think we just stare at the number pad. do you think twitter is just a one way text from a robot bird.

Still it’s too early for sowing. Fields
surface in rain, March stars appear.
Like an afterthought, the universe submits
to familiar equations, such as the light
that falls but leaves the snow untouched.

Under the snow there will also be dust
and, what doesn’t disintegrate, the dust’s
later nourishment. O wind, picking up.
Again the plows rip open the darkness.
Each new day will want to be longer.

It’s on long days that we are sown,
unasked, in those neat and crooked rows,
as stars sink away above. In fields
we thrive or rot without a choice,
submitting to rain and also at last the light.

— Ingeborg Bachmann, “March Stars” (via heteroglossia)
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