- Me every night: I can have exactly 7 hours 23 minutes and 48 seconds of sleep if I fall asleep right now.
I would rather stand three times with a shield in battle than give birth once.
—Medea, Euripides (via edmunddonnellan)
(via chloejaynes)
I see what you did there.
robert loves it
I love how much Robert loves it.
these two are the biggest dorks ever to grace the planet
(Source: repllicunt, via creepycrowleyy)
teenage girls are fucking mocked for liking things that are marketed towards them and for them then when theyre sick of being shit on for that and try to like things not specifically “for them” they get shit on for “pretending” and they cant win at all its a lose lose situation being a teenage girl
(via andrewscottinmypants)
the fuckING PENCIL SHARPENER ONE
BRILLIANT THANK YOU
(Source: amourlemonde, via andrewscottinmypants)
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
(Source: twoukofukawa, via andrewscottinmypants)
(via let-the-flamesbegin)
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
(via andrewscottinmypants)
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
—Sylvia Plath (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
(Source: raccoonwounds, via wannopvalentine)
