Writer. Artist. Lindy hopper. Collector of melancholy quotes and pretty people.

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deepchrome:

tealgeezus:

♥ Portal 2 Themed Valentines ♥

(The Enrichment Center would like to remind you that these Valentines are part of the Holiday Spirit Initiative and no way guarantee you companionship.)

Oh these are so cute. And animated even! I love the GLaDOS one, but I’m biased….

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sarapocock:

This happens all the time.  Every car horn, every whistle, every cat call and lewd exclamation, strengthens the lesson I’ve been taught over and over and over again throughout my entire life: as a lady, my body is on public display and open for judgment—from anyone.

Most men who will see this are decent, rational guys who will sympathize with my feelings.  A small, vocal handful of dudes will send me private messages about how women like me can’t “take a fucking compliment.”  This is not for either of you.  This is for the guys who don’t know yet that attracting unwanted attention doesn’t make women feel good, no matter how nice their intentions are.  I can’t speak for everyone, but I can say that I personally get embarrassed, often scared, and always—ALWAYS—ashamed, in some way, in how I look.

So… now that you know, cut it out.  Tell all the girls how nice they are and how amazing they are at their jobs instead.

(via ktshy)

My mind has decided it is too good to only have one mood at a time. Awesome.

I at once think I look fucking awesome today, and I put on makeup and did my nails and broke out my pretty shirt and boobs and everything, and my jeans that would be awesome if they were just a bit bigger and I think that’s what’s ruining the entire outfit.

And my face I see and think it looks pretty, until it doesn’t, and that happened too often today.

Fuck feeling like crap while feeling awesome at the same time. I’d rather have one or the other so I can work through it, write about it, and move on.

  • Person: You're bisexual? Aren't you just experimenting?
  • Me: I did experiment. My research yielded a positive result with a five-sigma significance, in accordance with theoretical predictions, and I am currently pursuing some promising practical applications. If you're interested in further reading, I have recently published an article on the subject in J. Fuck Off. Thanks for asking.

I have seven days of three outfits laid out on my bed, too many cute underthings and honestly, fucking awesome tights, three pairs of working dance shoes and two I might bring and glue once I get there, all of my rarely-used makeup in a bag, a box of jewelry, toiletries, and a handful of coffee-making things. Oh, and a literal box of condoms, along with little cards that just say “seriously, we should definitely make out.” I think I might be ready for Lindy Focus. Once I stuff all of that in a bag, and add pillow, blanket, and towel to the list.

Also, it is my housemate Jon’s face’s birthday. I told him I’d wish him a happy Jon day everywhere, and tumblr totally counts.

I probably won’t be around much, tumblr. But rest assured, I’ll definitely be having fun :)

briannacherrygarcia:

Kickstarter campaign for a new comic book adaptation of Peter Pan

So remember when I posted that book rec on The Last Unicorn? The creative team now wants to make a Peter Pan graphic novel. =O Click the link and support this project!! 

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rocknrollkillingmachine:

This never fails to crack me up

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saranghaedosh:

THIS ENTIRE SEMESTER HAS BEEN JUST ONE, GIANT:

This entire year*

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jessieminx:

thecakebar:

Pumpkin Pie Bites! (recipe/tutorial)

Thanksgiving for sure!

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martymikalski:

Abed: Okay. You both fall back, exhausted but still entwined.
Annie: Okay, great. I stroke her hair lovingly and spoon her for the appropriate amount of time before leaving.
Troy: And how long is that?

#just a reminder that abed and annie had genderswap advanced dungeons and dragons sex

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I’ve been so wrapped up in Doctor Who feels I forgot it was Monday today.

Seriously. I finished End of Time a week ago and I’m still recovering. I want to do a post about it, but, man, that show is depressingly sad.

Then I watched the BBC version of Casanova last night. And got sadder. because David Tennant.

Anyway, time to watch the new RvB I guess and then sleep, that’s a good plan, yes.

English minor, aspiring writer

and I still can’t remember which words are prepositions without singing the song.

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.

Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors (via durianquotes)

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