May 2012
8 posts
When a story you pitched comes out but it doesn't...
99problemsbutapitchaintone:
One of the funniest tumblr’s I’ve read in awhile.
“You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still...”
– Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via bookmania)
December 2011
2 posts
July 2011
9 posts
June 2011
1 post
burst and bloom: littleelk: Demisexual - a person... →
littleelk:
Demisexual - a person who does not experience sexual attraction until they form a strong emotional connection with someone, often (but not always) in a romantic relationship. In general, demisexuals are not sexually attracted to anyone of any gender; however, when a demisexual…
May 2011
6 posts
April 2011
1 post
1 tag
bitch is I
I’ve realised today that I’ve turned into a horrid bitch. I can’t resist saying the worst things that may sound funny to others but makes me war like world war II on either side of my shoulders.
A part of me will feel bad and want to apologise.
The bitch just wants to be bad-ass and give conscience the finger.
to be sweet pacifying angel or to be bad ass bitch who...
March 2011
32 posts
2nd reblog for Shitty.
fagsandrags:
You wear religion around your neck, tied to your wrists, tattooed on your back. You use it to accessorize, as if it makes you glamorous, as if it makes up for the faith you lack. You pray only when your world crashes down, only for you, only for now. So don’t preach, least of all to me, because you don’t know how.
“We are at our sexiest when we feel the most confident. We are at our least...”
– Olivia Wilde (via cloud-of-loveliness)
“You don’t need to justify or explain your dreams. They belong to you.”
– Paulo Coelho (via how-to-fall)
“Patterning your life around others’ opinions is nothing more than slavery.”
– -Lawana Blackwell (via quote-book)
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“I imagined the lies the valedictorian was telling them right now. About the...”
– Janet Fitch, Submitted by thelovelyblonde (via quote-book)
1 tag
you remain, as ever, the mayor of my heart
It’s not just about all the days we spend together. They kind of blend together after spending the past few months together, inseparable.
They blend into this memory of happy times, good times, delightful times.
But when you think further in, when you try to remember what happened specifically, do you truly remember much? Or is it your memories playing tricks on you? What we remember may...