soih:

you know it’s winter cause women be posting the most heavy, on-the-nose feminist theory about how all of this is futile and being a woman is to be a subhuman object of endless torture and it’s like, thank you seasonal depression for raising the collective consciousness! take the sun and warmth away and we realize how empty and hysterical and feral we all are!

standraoh:

Sandra Oh at the after party.

fairycosmos:

sharpay was right: this is not what i want. this is not what i planned. and i just gotta say. i Do Not understand

wenamedthedogkylo:

notinlove:

Your hellhound is so sad, throw him the femur of a sinner already

lifeinpoetry:

When

         the dark rolled round again, we were silver-sighted,
wrapped in smoke and ready. We howled. Oh yes.
Listen. Our throats still know how to find the rawest song.

— Catherine Pierce, from “The Delinquent Girls,” The Girls of Peculiar

violentwavesofemotion:

“You have flown away to the grassy fields of the dead and golden Persephone’s flower-meadows, wet with dew.”

— Aristodikos, tr. by Barris Mills, from The Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”

aidashakur:

tbh my heart is real different than it was last year this time around

orriculum:

Everytime I see a hollowed tree with lichen and moss growing over it: who is she

worldsworstfather:

me after accidentally making eye contact with the pretty girl on the public transport so now she thinks i was staring at her this whole time when i’ve actually been trying to avoid looking in her direction the entire journey so she won’t be creeped out but now i’ve gone and blown my cover so she thinks i’m some kind of freak and probably knows i’m gay

autumnhobbit:

worst part of adulthood so far is definitely the fact that people have the ability to contact me and i have to respond in a timely manner