A Pile of Good Things

Wells College student, English Literature and Theatre. Feminist, pizza lover, social activist, book hoarder. Also, I have another blog where I write stories and stuff: writingandfloundering.tumblr.com

[darkeyeddreamerr]

*blows kiss to space* for the 7 exoplanets orbiting Trappist-1

[thingstolovefor]

Artist Spotlight: Michelle Kingdom

Complex psychological landscapes in these miniature embroideries.

[mytholgy]

[icantbelieveiwatchthisshow]

[refurbthecat]

Current life status: Hungry, Screaming

[refurbthecat]

Life status update: Well-fed, Screaming

[refurbthecat]

Life status update: Relaxing, Screaming

[feifalik]

Royal Family Harlem Shake

[rawren-deactivated20180428]

wHAT

[housesofmirth]

I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE FAKE BUT ITS NOT

[egg-nog-enthusiast]

PRINCE HARRY WAS KILLIN IT

[girlfromthe-subway]

What

[driveshaftgroupie-deactivated20]

Yeah this is totally real

[just-shower-thoughts]

Adulthood is 50% “I’m too young for this to be happening” and 50% “I’m too old for this shit”.

[mysharona1987]

[thedesolationofdav-deactivated2]

We’d be safer with bear cops.

61 people have been killed by bears since 1990.

Almost or over 400 people have been killed by (human) cops THIS YEAR ALONE.

[bloomingforself]

big thigh problems

when your thighs eat your shorts

[firstoffletmesayi]

When ya jeans start pilling and ripping on the inner sides

[crimsonbaby-deactivated20190221]

When you get inner thigh burns from them constantly rubbing against each other

[starrrstuff]

When they get stuck together and you gotta try and inconspicuously pull em apart to scratch your leg

[pagan-wicca-stuff]

[flounderingthroughlife]

Parent to child at the library: Shhh...remember what we said about being loud in the library?

Child: We'll wake up the books.

Parent: That's right.

[the-library-and-step-on-it]

I know that if women wish to escape the stigma of husband-seeking, they must act and look like marble or clay - cold, expressionless, bloodless; for every appearance of feeling, of joy, sorrow, friendliness, antipathy, admiration, disgust, are alike construed by the world into the attempt to hook a husband. Never mind! well-meaning women have their own consciences to comfort them after all. Do not, therefore, be too much afraid of showing yourself as you are, affectionate and good-heartened; do not too harshly repress sentiments and feelings excellent in themselves, because you fear that some puppy may fancy that you are letting them come out to fascinate him; do not condemn yourself to live only by halves, because if you showed too much animation some pragmatical thing in breeches might take it into his pate to imagine that you designed to dedicate your life to his inanity.

Charlotte Brontë writing to a friend who had been kind to a man she thought was married, only to have him fall in love with her because he thought she was flirting (letter dated April 2, 1845). (via feu-pale)

“some pragmatical thing in breeches might take it into his pate to imagine that you designed to dedicate your life to his inanity” amazing

(via pipistrellus)

[butthorn]

[zackisontumblr]

Shout out to all bugs that stay away from me, you rock keep doing what you’re doing

[nope-deactivated20161202]

i love her

[2jam4u]

YES FUCK THANK YOU JANET

[leosimmons]

[flounderingthroughlife]

“The first draft of my vows, which I wrote the day after we got engaged, clocked in at around 70 pages.”

[mytholgy]