Goldpetrichor - Poetry/Quotes

The Emptiness Within My Life ~ Jacqueline Acuna

The emptiness returns along with the occasional heartache.

At times I find myself questioning my birth, why was I born if I wasn’t built for life? 

Why are we born only to die?

Since my first breath, I’ve been destined to fail, to ruin everything I touch. 

It was my destiny to live a life full of emptiness and pain. 

I wasn’t created for this life. I am too weak, too dumb, too “close-minded.” 

No matter how hard I try, I know I won’t survive. 

One way or another I was always meant to die. 

~ Jacqueline Acuna

True. 😭

The most dangerous game is resting your eyes after you turned off the alarm clock in the morning

PETA

you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?

you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?

you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?

you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?

you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?

you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?

you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?

Because I remember. I remember everything. 

And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too. 

i thought depression looked like sitting in the shower, sounded like exhalation, the silence of the hour. i thought it carried the scent of worn clothes, unbrushed teeth, i’m only taught to see your symptoms, not what lies beneath. i've learned that pain is present in the loudest in the room, filling something, lacking, avoiding time alone, in gloom. i'm sorry that it took so long for the world to understand we’re not all collapsing on the floor, just asking for a hand.

grazia curcuru

(via prosebyday)

'women in stem' what about women in their twenties trying to function like a normal adult and failing at it

The truest thing I’ve seen. Bruh, the hell is this...Dante’s freaking Inferno?

posting on a blackboard discussion board and replying to two of your fellow students has to be one of the nine circles of hell

Re-blog if you can write in cursive.

I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet”

— Stephen Hawking (1942-2018)