“ I am a fucking earth.
My heart doesn’t beat.
It quakes.
Fuck you. I love me.
“ I am not a harbour for promises you cannot keep.
“ We are collapsible entities. At any given moment our very energy could shift into a plausible non-existent universe- and I haven’t even caught up with my own present self.
“ Prime Minister, you are welcome to take your heartless, racist exploitation of people’s fears, and ram it as far from Western Australia as your tax-payer funded travel entitlements can take you.


If it isn’t you,
then what’s the point?

(Source: geo-wee, via thingsicantsayyet)