My name is Justine and I am just another
queer, spooky blogger and a part
time explorer.
I like to talk about history, writing, coffee,
music, identity, art, passion, goth and other
subcultures that interest me, delicious
food, literature, my life, fashion, mental illness, survival, creepy things, and my cat.
I really never know what to say here.


hand-embroidered intergalactic thief rat!

Apr 23rd at 12PM / via: sungypsyy / op: fionabearclaw / reblog / 7,284 notes

oh my lord. this is a photo of what success looks like.


oh my lord. this is a photo of what success looks like.

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Apr 23rd at 1AM / via: menagerieinthesky / op: adventurouscrime / reblog / 109,728 notes



Lets all discuss this man

There is nothing to discuss, only so much to respect.

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Apr 18th at 12PM / via: gryffin-dyke / op: darkeneddescription / reblog / 268,587 notes

Things I constantly remind myself about.


>I don’t actually know what this person is thinking.
>It doesn’t matter what this person thinks about me.
>This emotion will pass.
>Things are never as bad as I make them in my head.
>I have plenty of talents.
>I am beautiful, intelligent, and strong.
>I’ve survived a lot of things.
>If I keep going, I will be proud of myself in five years.

Apr 18th at 12PM / via: spookyfemme / op: lotusandhare / reblog / 5,776 notes

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ARE YOU EMO?Source: Seventeen Magazine, c. 1999 - 2002

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Source: Seventeen Magazine, c. 1999 - 2002

Apr 18th at 3AM / via: phalange / op: euphoriatakehold / reblog / 44,780 notes




(here it is!)


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Apr 18th at 12AM / via: spookyfemme / op: lilytakeson / reblog / 16,447 notes

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

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In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

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Apr 17th at 2AM / via: theeverydaygoth / op: misterjakes / reblog / 174,395 notes

“When I first met you I felt a sort of explosion go off inside me. Like fireworks being ignited in my eyes and butterflies catching flames in the pits of my stomach. I felt every ounce of nervousness fleet my body once your eyes locked with mine and I swear for a nanosecond I could see our future in the transparency of your iris. When we kissed I tasted every old lover departing from my taste buds. Now it seems as though I only taste you on the tip of my tongue at 3 am. It’s your face I search for when I wake up in the middle of the night and it’s your hand I crave to hold when I’m driving down the road. I don’t think I’ve ever been home until the first night you held me. It’s true when they tell you home is not a place, home is somewhere where you feel safe. And while you held our bodies close I swear not a goddamn thing in this world could touch us. You touched more than my skin when your ran your fingers over my scars, you touched a part of my soul no one has ever cared to dig up. I have skeletons in my closet from nights I have killed myself and somehow managed to wake up the next morning. For a while it seemed like I died every night. But when I’m with you I have never felt so alive. Holding your hand felt like holding constellations in my palms and kissing you felt like gravity had a stronger pull than ever. There is something enthralling about you and I felt it the first time we spoke. I can’t tell you how long we will be together, and I can’t tell you if what we have is temporary or perpetual. I can’t explain the way it seems as if time stops when I’m with you. All I can tell you is that you make me feel things that I’ve only read about in books. And if I must compare you to something it would have to be the sun because of the way you light up my dark world. You put the moon to shame every night. And If I had to say something about how beautiful you are I would say that the sun has to shield it’s eyes when you smile for you have the most radiant smile in the world. I would say that flowers hope to be plucked by you and the rain would fall just to graze your cheek. I would say that there is no color in a paint shop that could match the pigment in your lips and there is not a word in the dictionary to describe how they feel pressed against mine at 4 am”

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Apr 17th at 12AM / via: flashoflife / op: girlsdoe / reblog / 6,003 notes
  • Rodent
Rodent by The Menzingers
Rented World


I want to be more discrete, I want them all to quit following me. In the walls held captive lives a mouse. I don’t have the guts to kick him out. In the bars where I live, lives someone who I would’ve hated when I was young. when I swore life had a purpose, when i was sure the whole thing’s worth it; damn the days we took for granted. never again will i let anyone close to me. Me and the rodent in the wall have more in common after all. So burn the fucker down. I don’t care anymore. Because if this is what you want, I understand. Good luck with the guilt left on your hands.

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Apr 17th at 12AM / via: straylightjay / op: takelotswithalcohol / reblog / 793 notes