There was a moment, I know, when I was under in the dark, that something… whatever I’d been reduced to, not even consciousness, just a vague awareness in the dark. I could feel my definitions fading. And beneath that darkness there was another kind—it was deeper—warm, like a substance.”
— Rustin Cohle (via bleaver07)
It’s just one story. The oldest. Light versus dark. You know you’re looking at the wrong sky, I think. Once there was only dark. If you ask me, light’s winning.”
— Rust Cohle (via sunflowury)
"… I knew my daughter waited for me there. So clear, I could feel her. I could feel a piece of my pop, too. It was like I was a part of everything that I ever loved, and we were all the 3 of us, just fadin’ out. And all I had to do was let go and I did. I said, “Darkness, yeah!” and I disappeared. But I could still feel her love there, even more than before. Nothing, there was nothing but that love. And I woke up."
You’re drunk in a bathtub
with a red cup full of Birthday Cake flavored vodka
wearing a headdress
made of neon Dollar Store chicken feathers.
You’re half naked in a grassy field
with drugstore lipstick smeared under your eyes
and wearing moccasins from Urban Outfitters.
You can’t wait for Coachella
so you can finally smoke a peace pipe in a tepee
and find your Spirit Animal.
You think Native American culture is so beautiful
and clumsily show it with your
hashtags on tumblr and Instagram.
But when actual Indigenous people tell you that
Gypsy, Squaw and Red Injun are all racist slurs
Headdresses are sacred
and war paint on your white face is insulting
“I’m just appreciating your beautiful culture!
I’m 1/16th Cherokee.”
Ignoring the fact that running around
naked in the woods on shrooms
will not connect you with any tribe
and that your great great great great grandmother
along with the rest of the Cherokee people
never wore headdresses.”
This is so gorgeous!(via geekygothgirl)