If You Could Read My Mind, Love.. @colormevictoria - Tumblr Blog

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camillasgirl

What do you mean, you don’t love Camilla?

lesbian-archives

Salute to Women, Lily Tomlin, 1970s

#lily tomlin #lesbian #my fave dyke

orlaogden

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, Lil’s the fairest one of all.” (c) Jane Wagner

#lily tomlin #jane wagner #couple goals #everything I want in life

shesaducktim

- Do they get along? Do the like eachother?

- I assume, I have no idea... I would assume that they do.

Jane/Lily compilation

#lily tomlin #Jane wagner #couple goals

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“No, I always liked women. I just didn’t like myself.” ↳ Lily Tomlin in ‘Grandma’ (2015)

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im so glad the gays have lily tomlin

nickyandmikey

bruce springsteen was right, i really sit and wonder just who’s gonna stop the rain who’ll ease the sadness who’s gonna quiet my pain

docrimesbegay

Someone: why aren’t you driving yet?

Me: Idrk haha :)

Me, internally: driving is a huge responsibility and power and I’m afraid that my anxiety will cause me to panic when I get confused while on the road and possibly hurt someone and that’s not a stress I’m mentally prepared to deal with right now or possibly ever

the2headedcalf-moved

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

inkskinned

i am not doing well, but i'm not doing well in the ugly way. on tv and instagram "not doing well" looks like a messy room, an artsy picture, a painting made in haste. it looks like wild hair and steepled fingers over shadowed ribs. it looks practiced, a woman with a single tear running down her plastic, molded cheek.

i'm not doing well like there's rot in the sink. like i haven't combed my hair in a week. like i don't remember the last time i brushed my teeth. i'm not doing well like sleeping on a bare mattress because i don't have the energy to wrestle with the sheets.

i'm not doing well like i'm lying to my boss about emergencies. i'm not doing well like i have the first-steps of a bunch of projects scattered at my feet, abandoned to dust and spiders and reek. i'm not doing well like i know i'm supposed to be doing something-else, not writing this stupid post. but i can't get up. i can't get moving.

i'm not doing well like. there's not enough time to make up for all the missed assignments. like - when's the last time you ate something healthy? like i think about calling someone for help but - i've already asked for too-much recently, haven't i, no sense in making a fuss when i've already spent the last 3 months falling. it's okay, now. i hit the ground with the same wet crunch. i am a volume of mud, slipping out her white bone fingers, trying to attach life together by electric rods. i don't believe in love. i think i'm going to die alone. i am a playact on motion; the pretend residual girl waving from her animatronic waist.

i'm not doing well to the point i know others will say - again? or still? i know others will roll their eyes like there's always something with her, and they're right, there is always something. i know i'm not-doing-well like shit covered in glitter; i am no longer a work of well-intentioned failure but am now just a fester in the corner of the room, someone else's excuse to flinch and hold their breath and hope i blow over soon.

and i'm just sitting here, on my floor, thinking: i'm gonna lose everything left i have to lose.

knowing it doesn't matter. i'm not going to find the motivation suddenly. i am not going to burst apart covered in blooms. i'm going to watch it all drift past me, peacefully slipping into the dark. into the ooze.