Love, Freiheit, دانش

Alex: Listen, I have to tell you something.Jo: No, you...

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:01:11 -0400

Alex: Listen, I have to tell you something.
Jo: No, you don’t.
Alex: You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.
Jo: I think I do, and you shouldn’t.
Alex: Jo ..
Jo: I’ll mess it up, Alex.
I mess everything good in my life up.
And we work as friends really well,
and I don’t wanna mess that up.
Alex: You won’t mess anything up.
Last night, before the tree, you asked me a question.
You wanted to hear me say the words.
So I’m saying them right now.
Jo: I don’t hear anything.
Alex: Shut up.
Jo: Okay, but -
Alex: I’m serious.
Jo: Fine.
Alex: I love you.

My Life.: Grey's Anatomy Finale

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:59:27 -0400

My Life.: Grey's Anatomy Finale: stefanii147: power goes out and no back up generators work the...

midstorm: But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefinedBut...

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:00:46 -0400

midstorm:

But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
But now he’s dear, and so unsure

blood-and-lust: What I’m spending my evening watching!!!:p

Sat, 18 May 2013 16:01:07 -0400

blood-and-lust:

What I’m spending my evening watching!!!
:p

thegreeneyedprocrastinator: lifeinafrozenwasteland: elephantumb...

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:01:04 -0400

thegreeneyedprocrastinator:

lifeinafrozenwasteland:

elephantumbrellas:

forever-and-alwayss:

I’d love to sit there and just drink my tea, listening to the rain

I’d love to have sex there and listen to the rain between moans

There are two types of people.

getagripman: My life as a cat.

Sat, 18 May 2013 08:00:46 -0400

getagripman:

My life as a cat.

Photo

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:00:27 -0400

newwavefeminism: liberalsarecool: The State dictates, not...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:00:37 -0400

newwavefeminism:

liberalsarecool:

The State dictates, not churches or the sanctimonious.

this has always annoyed me

My pretty face for my pretty followers

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:01:05 -0400

My pretty face for my pretty followers

isetouttoservethelord: fuckyeahteddylupin: Same mirror - same...

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:00:55 -0400

isetouttoservethelord:

fuckyeahteddylupin:

Same mirror - same place - different orphan by *button-bird

Who told you this was okay?

secondhandact: necrohornocon: Dave I had no idea I’m so...

Fri, 17 May 2013 08:00:54 -0400

secondhandact:

necrohornocon:

Dave I had no idea I’m so sorry

You never thought anyone would notice. Hell, you never thought it mattered.

It started small (doesn’t everything?), with an idle nick on the underside of your calf. Not the wrists, because that was too easy; that meant you were seeking attention, the internet said, and you weren’t, damnit. Attention was never your goal. This wasn’t some weird cry-for-help.

You just wanted the hole in your gut to feel a little less empty.

It grew from there, though. You found out why people preferred their arms: it hurt more. After a few weeks, you just started wearing long sleeves. Nobody ever questioned it. It was the beginning of fall. Why would anybody question it?

Hell, for them to question it, they’d have to notice you were there first.

Some days, you wished you weren’t. Some days, it didn’t seem worth it. You got up, you went to school, you fought your way through class, you ate lunch alone, you struggled with your homework, you came home. You locked the door behind you when you woke up, you unlocked it when you got off the bus.

On those days, the blade dug a little deeper.

You saw your Bro less and less, because he never checked your room, and you rarely left it. There were raps to write, and stories to get lost in. There were movies to watch. There was not a single fucking reason for you to interact with the outside world.

Every day was the same. You’d fit your key into the lock, the door would click open, and you’d call into an empty house. “Bro, you home?”

He never was. Work, he said.

Always work. Always something.

Until the day it wasn’t anymore.

Until one day you came home, and you barely got the word ‘home’ out of your lips before your brother was crushing your form against his chest, hugging you so tight you couldn’t breathe, whispering choked apologies into your ear, ragged promises that he’d be there for you, that he was always there for you, that he was so goddamn fucking sorry he’d ever let you feel like you were fighting against the world alone.

You think about denying it, about laughing it off.

He yanks up your sleeve, fingers playing over old scars, fresh wounds.

You break.

He’s there as you sink to the floor, his arms strong around you. He asks you what you need, his voice full of anxious concern, and you tell him this, just this, because all you’ve ever needed is someone to be there when you’re weak, to hold you when you can’t stand, to be your backup when the world is too much.

He asks you why you didn’t say anything, and you shrug helplessly. What was there to say?

“Anything,” he says. “Anything at all.”

You shake your head. “This,” you say, gesturing at your scars, “Was never a cry for help.”

“Yes it was,” he answers. “You just didn’t realize it.”

dorkly: Pregnant Mom-To-Be Cosplays the Death Star That’s no...

Fri, 17 May 2013 04:00:47 -0400

dorkly:

Pregnant Mom-To-Be Cosplays the Death Star

That’s no moon.

c0urtneys: collo-portus: happyendingsneverexisted: #unf I...

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:00:54 -0400

c0urtneys:

collo-portus:

happyendingsneverexisted:

#unf
I need someone who’s veins show like that so I can trace them with my fingers.

Too many feelings for this photo

veins like that are so hot omfg

Photo

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:00:59 -0400

melaniestrides: godtierar: ladykalyxia: dragon-well: kettlehe...

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:01:12 -0400

melaniestrides:

godtierar:

ladykalyxia:

dragon-well:

kettlehead-comics:

The Time Traveler’s Society

Do you recognize all of them?

I JUST REALIZED WHO THE 2 KIDS ON THE RIGHT ARE

THOSE BOOKS USED TO BE THE SHIT

is that a fu ckgin sarswapagus omfg

im gonna shit

IT’S JACK AND ANNIE
I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHEN I LAST READ THOSE BOOKS
MY CHILDHOOD RIGHT THERE

lokeanconcubine: iphanthony-kicks-my-stickz: lucygoosey88: joh...

Thu, 16 May 2013 08:00:37 -0400

lokeanconcubine:

iphanthony-kicks-my-stickz:

lucygoosey88:

johnlockinyourface:

theprettiestman:

benedictusantonius:

musingsaboutnothing:

roll-a-d20-and-kiss-me:

Ellen’s just like “Don’t even lie to me. I went on ‘trips’ with plenty of girls and we were ‘just friends’. I AM ELLEN, DON’T YOU DARE HIDE YOUR GAY IN MY PRESENCE.”

^ “DON’T YOU DARE HIDE YOUR GAY IN MY PRESENCE.” I literally thought Gandalf the Grey.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS [as heterosexual]!

Ellen is Gandalf the Gay

GANDALF THE GAY

For the fucking comments oh my GOD.

Ellen can smell your gay from miles away.

Omg.

When people ask me about my love life

Thu, 16 May 2013 04:00:25 -0400

whatshouldwecallme:

Photo

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:00:55 -0400

ahundredteas: Georgiana “Gigi” Audition side Part 2 (x)

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:01:09 -0400

ahundredteas:

Georgiana “Gigi” Audition side Part 2 (x)

boobs-birds-botany: My, isn’t it awkward that you just fuckin...

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:50:42 -0400

boobs-birds-botany:

My, isn’t it awkward that you just fuckin recycled a nearly 40 year old article to shit on this latest generation?

Recession. Student debt. Etc. Lots of people smarter than me have already had some excellent commentary on this (here and here and here not to mention all the great Tumblr commentary).

But I do want to say:

Of all the images you could have picked, you chose one of a teenage girl taking a selfie.

Because of course, girls who have been taught nothing else by their elders except that their appearance is what matters are the reason we are all lazy and narcissistic.

Fuck off. You fucking made us. You raised me and my sister and my female cousin and millions and millions of girls to be self-conscious and obsessed with making ourselves look pleasing to men. You taught us that that was our only worth. And now you shit on us for it.

FUCK OFF, TIME.