thesassycat:

thesassycat:

thesassycat:

thesassycat:

I was so sleep deprived the other day that I tried to zoom in on a paper

wtf I just made that post

oh wait that is my post

I havent slept in 2 days

  • straight couple: *make out in public at random intervals in weird places*
  • straight couple: *grabs each other's asses in public*
  • straight couple: *are not in any way inconspicuous about the fact that they are feeling each other up in public*
  • gay couple: *holds hands in public*
  • straight people: that is VILE and it is CORRUPTING my entire FAMILY. my grandmother is crying. my children have all shit their pants at the same time. WHO WILL THINK OF THE CHILDREN

taylorswift:

She looks genuinely proud of herself.

You would be proud too if you had just hit an imaginary home run with an imaginary baseball bat, right out of the imaginary ball park.

tswift, killing it on the tumblogs

(Source: its-taylorswifts)

http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG
vintageblackglamour:

Diahann Carroll sits for a portrait by French singer Charles Aznavour on the Place Du Tertre in Montmartre, an artist meeting place in Paris on Sept. 13, 1972. They were filming “Cole Porter in Paris,” an NBC special that aired in January 1973. Photo: AP.

Diahann Carroll, aka Mama Burke. So beautiful.

vintageblackglamour:

Diahann Carroll sits for a portrait by French singer Charles Aznavour on the Place Du Tertre in Montmartre, an artist meeting place in Paris on Sept. 13, 1972. They were filming “Cole Porter in Paris,” an NBC special that aired in January 1973. Photo: AP.

Diahann Carroll, aka Mama Burke. So beautiful.

"Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept."

— David Berman, ”Self Portrait at 28” (via oofpoetry)

(via april-polyverse)

One (two? three?) of my least favorite things about the popular conception of monogamy* is the idea of possession, and with that, objectification, as well as dependency (or sometimes codependency) described as romantic (I don’t exist if I don’t have her). No one can steal your girl. Not because she belongs to you, but because she is not a possession, not capable of beings stolen. She is a human being with her own thoughts and feelings.

*This is not to say that any particular relationship style is tied to, or free of, ideas of possession, objectification, and dependency.

She’s been my queen since we were sixteen
We want the same things, we dream the same dreams, alright
I got it all ‘cause she is the one
Her mum calls me love, her dad calls me son, alright
I know, I know, I know for sure
Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me
She belongs to me
Kisses that queen, her walk is so mean
And every jaw drops when she’s in those jeans, alright
I don’t exist if I don’t have her
The sun doesn’t shine, the world doesn’t turn, alright
But I know, I know, I know for sure
Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me
She knows, she knows that I never let her down before
She knows, she knows
That I’m never gonna let another take her love from me now
Everybody wants to steal my girl
Everybody wants to take her love away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Well, find another one ‘cause she belongs to me
She belongs to me
She belongs to me


bloggish:

how the hell did we get the idea pink isn’t a cool colour

because scientifically speaking pink doesn’t even exist; it fits between violet and red on the spectrum but actually what goes there is infrared and ultraviolet and all those things we can’t see

pink is the ambassador of an otherworldly and unknowable realm it is the most badass colour out there

(via april-polyverse)

my wife

my wife

(Source: textsfromwhedonverse)

pewresearch:

Will Today’s Never-Married Adults Eventually Marry?
somesortofwizard:

1950’s Miss Universe judge’s chart, used to help them determine the ‘correct’ body type. Jesus Christ, the nitpicking. “Everything would be great if it WASN’T FOR THOSE SHOULDERS. BARF”.

Note: number 6 - the “figure flaw” now known as thigh gap.

somesortofwizard:

1950’s Miss Universe judge’s chart, used to help them determine the ‘correct’ body type. Jesus Christ, the nitpicking. “Everything would be great if it WASN’T FOR THOSE SHOULDERS. BARF”.

Note: number 6 - the “figure flaw” now known as thigh gap.

(via ilovecharts)

Where do you go with your broken heart in tow

What do you do with the left over you

And how do you know, when to let go

Where does the good go, where does the good go

Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find me attractive

Look me in the heart and tell me you won’t go

Look me in the eye and promise no love’s like our love

Look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won’t happen

It’s love that leaves and breaks the seal of always thinking you would be

Real, happy and healthy, strong and calm, where does the good go

Where does the good go

Where do you go when you’re in love and the world knows

How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down

What do you say it’s up for grabs now that you’re on your way down

Where does the good go, where does the good go

  • Cristina: Wait, we’ll call each other at least twice a month and we’ll text each other all the time.
  • Meredith: I hate texting.
  • Cristina: Don’t let Owen get all dark and twisty. Take care of him. And Alex, take care of Alex. He needs to be mocked at least once a day or he’ll be insufferable. Don’t get on any tiny little planes that can crash or stick your hand in a body cavity that has a bomb in it or offer your life to a gunman. Don’t do that. Don’t be a hero. You’re my person. I need you alive. You make me brave. Okay, now we dance it out.
"What do you need? An ‘I love you’ or something? I love you!"