|—||Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via blurrymelancholy)|
…my Lucy lies in ashes, and I’ll never see my girl again. But the work waits! I’m alive at last, and I’m full of joy!
I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
Bless this man for enriching my childhood.
People who don’t reblog this
DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY
DISHONOR ON YOU
DISHONOR ON YOUR COW
THE FACT THAT ITS IN FUCKING COLOR AS WLL OH MY GOD MY HEART
[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]
if I had a twin I would go into crowds of strangers and profess my love to someone and then say “if our love isn’t meant to be, I will go back in time and slap myself” and then my twin would burst in and slap me
Why am I attracted to fictional animated characters?
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.
This is what rape culture looks like.
This is what misogyny looks like.
|—||from What Happened to Jennifer Lawrence Was Sexual Assault (via braverdeen)|
When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.
Welcome home, it’s been so long.
|—||Tina Tran, The Art of Letting Go (via teenager90s)|