June 2012
4 posts
Happy Birthday Marilyn Monroe.
You may have done some things we shouldn’t look up to you for, but isn’t that true about every one including and especially myself. Either way, thank you for showing and reminding women we are still beautiful even if we aren’t a size 0. Curves are beautiful too.
“To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s...
May 2012
12 posts
I wish the 50/60s fashion was still in when beauty...
Reveal it all. We leave nothing for the imagination anymore.
“There is no beauty without some strangeness.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via cobaltinmyveins)
you win some, you lose some.
“When I was 17, my mother said to me, “Don’t stop imagining, the day...”
– Youth Lagoon // 17
April 2012
30 posts
Yesterday
I was at a light waiting to go left. I missed 3 green lights because 3 cars decide it would be cool just to sit in the middle of the road instead of stop behind the white line and wait for the next light. The last green light I missed was because of a car of teenagers. As they acknowledged my incapability of turning left during the green light because of them, they proceeded to look straight at me...
elvedon:
I need sleep, to be withdrawn from everything, and concentrate on the movement of breathing.
parents: your room is a mess
me: did you mean abstract art i think i heard you wrong
3 tags
“Sensitive, it’s true. Alligator tears cried over you.”
– Tegan and Sara
Get ready kids.
It’s a dehumanizing world out there.
“But brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the cause of badness...”
– A Clockwork Orange
Arrow // Tegan and Sara
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via definitelydope)
Want Everything.
Need Nothing.
March 2012
5 posts
It all seems too far away.
Words in the Dirt.
“Man, I haven’t done this in a while,” she thought to herself looking at her dirty keyboard. So much time had passed. So much had happened. But she could never bring herself to sit down and write. To sit down and write it all down, she just couldn’t do it. She used to love it, it had been her outlet. But writing required quiet. It required solitude and reflection. And as of...