Cathairs, the universe and everything

"From this flesh my spirit longs to break away.  Did you ever feel this cosmic circumstance was never enough?  Wake me slowly if ...

Remembering my dead pets tonight. I wonder what kind of masochism urges us to adopt, when it only means we're going to have our he...

  I need to post something for two reasons. One, both music and performance are fantastic. Secondly, I can't bear to see the photo...

Kill desire and you should be perfectly safe. And dead for that matter. If there's one thing I despise about desire, are its h...

It's one of those frustrating nights. I'm frantically looking for something, but it eludes me in the same frantic manner. I ju...

I recently read that grief isn't a process, but rather a new way of seeing things. It was one of the best ways I have seen ...

This is so cute it should be illegal and so sad it should be posted with a warning. It made me cry. Or maybe I am too sentimental and frag...

I really needed to hear this, because in spite of my love for gay erotica, this unstoppable mania with the John/ Sherlock slash fiction...

What do you do to deal with the inadequacy of every day life? What can you do to deal with the fact you are isolated inside a body...

 Australian flying foxes (species of bats) . All together now: AAAAAAAWWWWWWW! Running around like mad today. I am glad I managed t...

  Would you look at that. Those fingers, those nails. And I presently look like a homeless woman who's trying to give birth to t...

Art by Xiao Bai Fuck me. Fuck me standing, sitting, lying, in any position possible, fuck me like you mean it, like we won't l...

  Art taken from here I am sad tonight. It is silly to be sad about what doesn't matter. It's silly to be sad about movi...

So many people have lost me and they haven't realised I am not there anymore. They 've lost me because they are petty and j...

We’re such a silly race. We cling onto our plans and carefully designed routes with single-minded ferociousness. We fear change an...

It's  been five days that I have no access to my primary email account, the one I have registered for almost all social sites I use...

You know, I keep wondering about it. Not that it changes anything, no matter how many times I preoccupy my brain cells in wrestling marath...