robotsquid:

Seriously though your period is like coming home one day and finding that your spouse has constructed this entire new baby bedroom inside your house and you have to tell them “Sweetie we don’t have a baby” and then your spouse FLIPS THE FUCK OUT like “The FUCK do you mean we don’t have a baby I DID ALL THIS WORK” and then they spend the next week tearing the whole room apart and throwing it out into the street and screaming at you and then finally when the room is completely gutted they calm down and say “It’s okay hon we’ll have a baby next month” and then they start building the room again AND THIS SHIT KEEPS GOING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL YOU HIT LIKE 50 AND THEN YOUR SPOUSE LEAVES YOU BUT NOT BEFORE SETTING THE WHOLE HOUSE ON FIRE SO IT’S NEVER THE SAME AGAIN

milomacabre:

A poor wrestled soul
Points to run,
And the others sprint
Away for newer colors.
The fall will begin,
And the night will turn
Into wine.

Wet creature, born
Around the insects 
Lathered in filth, 
Gaze upon the birth,
The piercing sun. 

Children born, their eyes
Seeing the light.
A dream in reverse.
Birth and death. -MILO