Dear Internet. My dear internet...
You are my addiction. But not in the good way. Not to say that any addiction is good. Well, you could be addicted to running, I guess. I’m not. Obviously. Anyway. I don’t read a lot of articles or try to learn more about the things I’m interested in. Mostly I listen to Pandora, check Facebook every 2 minutes, and Twitter after that. I might put a show on, might watch some...
How to break up with someone
You: Your ex is attractive.
Partner: Which one?
To all the men out there:
zaman-al-samt: You don’t get extra points because you respect women. You aren’t suddenly an “extraordinary real man” because you respect women. To think you’re “special” because you treat women with respect is so disgustingly misogynistic. Men who respect women are just human beings, not “real men”(and what does “real man” even mean….?). Respecting women should not be something you brag about,...
r0wdyruff: help me, i am trapped in a haiku factory save me, before they
Let's talk about House of Cards
Because it’s pretty fuckin’ good. Not usually into political dramas, but we all have to grow up some time.
Good Morning. A poem.
You’re not quite the first thing in my thoughts the very moment I wake up. You are much more subtle. In a way you are always there. There is no entrance, because there is no exit.
theperksofbeingasuperwholockian: jennstarkid: the4thfang: What if the Weasleys are descended from Vincent Van Gogh? I mean they share several key characteristics. For example: -Red Hair -Pale Skin -Missing Ears -early deaths YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW YOU RUINED IT
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therealstephanien: A Poem for Sixteen Year Old Female Internet-Goers: You think you are the pinnacle of all female human life, but I need you to know I laugh in spite of you and your late-night internet presence. I think God only allows us a limited number of reblogs on pictures of misty mountains with vague…
I miss my mom.