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80s glamrock femme shit
luv dont have boundaries on an alligator farm

well quack, quack, quack, baby.

theres-a-crack-in-my-blog:

Stop what you are doing and watch this.


inc4rn4t:

inc4rn4t:

Get a real cool person. Uh huh. Uh huh. Good, good. Now take away one of their teeth. Bam. Person is now instantly more good and great, forever, now that theyre missing a tooth and look very cute

ok in all honesty this doesnt work as well for real life people i did not think this through



stephenhawqueen:

"kids arent being social now a days because of those brain washing phones" what the fuck do you think we’re doing with the phones. do you think we just stare at the number pad. do you think twitter is just a one way text from a robot bird.


thethreehares:

All I really need in life is a post-apocalyptic lesbian rom-com with two gals fighting mutant armadillos, beheading all of their enemies, learning the true meaning of friendship, and the joys of opening your heart to another (in a non cannibalistic way.) The third act break-up involves some death-battle antics gone afoul and some fear of commitment, but it all works out in the end.

(OKAY I’m done with this.. for now haha. Lots o’ fun. )





Girls are raised in a society where flattering clothing means clothing that makes you look skinnier. Where fat is an insult more often than a noun and not just a physical description but a reflection of personality. Where “you look healthy” is what you say when a girl gains weight, but “you look good” is what you say when a girl loses weight. Girls are raised in a society that teaches them it is their own responsibility to be as small as possible because they do not deserve to take up space.
— Anonymous  (via mileycyrs)



i forget that princes don’t have tails
until they kick at the water i am trying to make their home.

i forget that sailors drink no salt
until their bodies shrivel and wrinkle in the sea.

i forget that that captains must, too, breathe air
until my kisses do nothing to warm their lips.

i forget that i am not meant to care for them
until my sisters congratulate me on their death.

i forget that lovers can drown as well as enemies
until, one by one, they go limp in my arms.

i forget that i cannot cry
until it is all i cannot do to mourn.

i forget i am a monster
because what good would remembering do?

— “mermaid’s lament" - r. c. e. (via asteropes)

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via ughmoriarty)