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December 16th, 2011

"I really hate him. Like the way a Dickens character hates someone and they exact revenge 899…"

“I really hate him. Like the way a Dickens character hates someone and they exact revenge 899 chapters later.”

- Scorpio loyalty.
December 16th, 2011

I wanna go on a date.

kellylindaxzxe:

I mean a nice dinner date, and maybe a movie or some cute activity. I don’t mean a group of people go hang out. I mean I want a boy to drive himself to my house, and ask my parents if he’s allowed to take me out. He’d bring me flowers, and kiss my hand to greet me. He’d take me to the fanciest restaurant around. We’d have a wonderful evening together. He’d drive me home, and kiss me goodnight.

Yeah, reblogging a sixteen-year-old, because the heart wants what it wants. xo kelly lin!

December 16th, 2011

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December 16th, 2011

"I am such a dirty whirlpool of laughter, spite, longing and despair right now."

“I am such a dirty whirlpool of laughter, spite, longing and despair right now.”

-

Yellowstone Lake Paint Pot

is it oversharing if no one is listening?

December 16th, 2011

"I WILL REBLOG EVERY SAD THING YOU POST THESE DAYS. EVERY SAD THING FROM EVERYONE AND ANYONE. ALL THE…"

“I WILL REBLOG EVERY SAD THING YOU POST THESE DAYS. EVERY SAD THING FROM EVERYONE AND ANYONE. ALL THE SAD WITHIN ME.”
December 16th, 2011

"How easily our loved ones leave us, speeding into sunsets, maiming us with absence."

“How easily our loved ones
leave us, speeding into sunsets,

maiming us with absence.”

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Larissa Szporluk, from “Sea Lettuce” (via ahuntersheart

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December 16th, 2011

fuckyeahlesbianliterature: [image description: two panels from…



fuckyeahlesbianliterature:

[image description: two panels from Fun Home by Alison Bechdel. They both show the main character with her face between a woman’s legs. The first panel shows her hovering slightly above the woman, looking down at her. It says “In true heroic fashion, I moved toward the thing I feared.” The next panel shows her with her face firmly planted and her eyes closed, and says “Yet while Odysseus schemed desperately to escape Polphemus’s cave, I found that I was quite content to stay here forever.” End description.]

queermelady:

(illustration) from Fun Home by Alison Bechdel 

“I just dived down. It couldn’t have been too fast. Time was being so slow and warm. And there it was. A pussy, the singular place on a girl, it’s where I’m going. Wiggly thing, like soup. like a bowl.

Another mouth. Like lips between her legs and the taste of it. Piss and fruit. I pressed my face against its bone and it moved. She was letting me. All this was happening. I smelled the future right there, a present and a past. All that went through her, known through the soft sweet flesh of her lips and clit. It was like my face felt loved temporarily. It wasn’t even long this feeling of total rightness. I was telling her clit a story. If there is a warm disassociation this was it: placing my head one night on her warm puss and lapped. I felt plunged into a tropical movie in which light was bathing my head and her pussy, her cunt, her crotch was a warm smile and for a moment I lived in her sun.”

-Eileen Myles

hott

December 16th, 2011

"The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been…"

The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been run,
And dim the hearts that slowly die.

No star will light my coming night;
No morn of hope for me will shine;
I mourn not heaven would blast my sight,
And I ne’er longed for joys divine.

Through life’s hard task I did not ask
Celestial aid, celestial cheer;
I saw my fate without its mask,
And met it too without a tear.

The grief that pressed my aching breast
Was heavier far than earth can be;
And who would dread eternal rest
When labour’s hour was agony?

Dark falls the fear of this despair
On spirits born of happiness;
But I was bred the mate of care,
The foster-child of sore distress.

No sighs for me, no sympathy,
No wish to keep my soul below;
The heart is dead in infancy,
Unwept-for let the body go.



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At Castle Wood, Emily Bronte (via wetalkedasgirlsdo)

and thus my weekend begins.

December 16th, 2011

superseventies: The Who File under: A band I have never…



superseventies:

The Who

File under: A band I have never gotten. Although one of my favorite memories is having a big argument with Matthew at 2 in the morning about this and he got on his bike in the rain and went home to get Biggy Boingy Bouncy Balls or whatever it is called to try and prove his point.

I also remember Scott Costi and I going to see Tommy at the midnight movie in Hermosa or somewhere. Neither of us had a license so his friend Joe drove us, and to my eternal shame, we both sat in the back seat! How awful is that? I think Scott was being chivalrous but still.

#memories, etc.

December 16th, 2011

Removing the many existing barriers to early abortion services could reduce the number of second-trimester abortions

Removing the many existing barriers to early abortion services could reduce the number of second-trimester abortions:

Duh. But a must read anyway.