kimmygibblerlives:

okay i’m sorry but this is legitimately the greatest thing i’ve ever made, and it’s all thanks to crayola’s seemingly irrelevant sponsorship of last night’s episode of lindsay on OWN.

The Internet is great.

How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via bookmania)
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Basically.

Basically.

Reblogged from Mister Ian Cassidy
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania)
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humorous-blog:

It’s rough.

Braces.

I’ve never had braces,
As a child I never broke a bone.
My whole life has just been so,
So beautiful.

So many pretty friends and
So much blonde hair that
Rapunzel herself would have
Swallowed herself up for the chance.

Look at all those people,
They would say, they would shout
And ogle and beg.
Who is they, you ask?

Not us. My friends, my family,
We all walk on champagne bubbles,
Our lives are the yellow brick road and
We are always, always skipping.

Yes, I used to be an angel,
I was shining and hopeful and bright,
And I never broke a bone,
And I never had braces.

I have always been made of stained glass,
So shiny and transparent,
Colorful and sharp and wonderful,
But there is nothing good about me.

Stained glass, promises of something
Wonderful and perfect,
But you can see right through it, can’t you?
It’s a lie, and it always has been.

But I am not one of them anymore.
My Machiavelli has shattered
And the pieces can’t be fixed with braces,
I am not a broken bone to be welded.

There is no hair dye stronger than black,
Not even bleach can rub it away.
Blonde hair and blue eyed cherubs are
Paint, nothing more.

I am paint.
I am stained glass.
I am champagne,
Just bubbles and fizz and gone.

I am just bubbles
And fizz
And gone.

obsolete-children:

Hashtagderekarmstrong

I hate you.

Daddy Issues,

My life has been comprised,

almost in full,

of trying to be exactly like my father.

But the difficulty of being a

misogynist

and a 

homosexual

is that I have to disrespect my own sex.

And that is precisely what I have done.

I have disrespected men.

And that is precisely what I have done.

I have disrespected myself. 

bookmania:

Lolita (Photo via younganecdotes)

Must. Have.

bookmania:

Lolita (Photo via younganecdotes)

Must. Have.

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