the grass was never greener

[teenscoolest]

Reblog if you still ugly in 2016

[forestgreenvillain]

should i come back to tumblr and revive 14 y/o me

[buzzcutlip]

By @hourlyjaw on X

[dimplelashton]

Michael trying to lick Ashton’s underarm???

[bled]

[strayhopes]

The number of messages I’ve failed to answer across all my devices and media platforms will be weighed against my soul on judgment day, and I will be cast into hell

[ruched]

Guo Pei Fall 2018 Couture

[saintacephale]

when emily brontë said on her diary entries “I have a good many books on hands but I am sorry to say that, as usual, I make small progress with any” i felt that

[electraheart2012]

they hate her for her wired earphones swag

[forestgreenvillain]

winged eyeliner from 1960’s bollywood is the bombest thing like can we talk about this

[forestgreenvillain]

winged eyeliner from 1960’s bollywood is the bombest thing like can we talk about this

[amindindisarray]

Sharmila Tagore’s Eyeliner

[bladesrunner]

You’re one of the most intelligent and prolific women I had the pleasure to meet. You’ve written 20 books on feminism.

Emma Watson interviews Rebecca Solnit for Our Shared Shelf

[forestgreenvillain]

“ she sits in the orchard swathed in wool. what kind of a god would let vines sprout from the earth and try to tie her down ? but she burns right through them because she looks like summer but she feels like an autumn morning. flushed cheeks and vanilla cola. her laughter is like silver, the elves hope it never runs out. sometimes it’s hard to pull yourself off the rosewood and face the cold sunlight, but there is a storm waiting on the other side. conquer it. the snowflakes dance to the hum of your voice .”

— things i’ve never told them

[forestgreenvillain]

“ when she laughs even the earth sighs, the air quakes and trembles because she takes its breath away. fairies watch from afar as she pushes her hair behind her ears. they wonder if all gods can freeze time with a smile. they whisper tales to her whilst she sleeps, reality twisting and turning itself inside out to accommodate her energy. they tell her that happiness never dies, it just takes naps sometimes. it’s her job to wake hers up. like a sapling that pushes itself higher and higher towards the sun, always struggling to become as grand as the forest giants. remember to nourish yourself, you’ll never run out of room to grow in this clearing .”

— things i’ve never told them

[forestgreenvillain]

“ she is all the shades of purple you see. lavender, wisteria, amethyst and mauve. i could say something about her eyes but they say more to me. she is not beneath the sky but melts into the stars, like a constellation made up entirely of sage and diamonds. others will look at her and see glitter and rhinestones. it’s up to her to prove them wrong. maybe one day the world will know exactly what she’s made up of. they will see past the bright smiles and finally lock their gaze with the poison that drips from her teeth. sugar sweet poison. they call it a melody, but it echoes like a howl .”

— things i’ve never told them

[forestgreenvillain]

“ legends written by men say women can’t be soft and sharp at the same time. but i’ve seen this storm in her eyes, like molten lava melting through the clouds. she smells like roses. her spine holds steady the wings of an angel but her feathers are black, and she is red . red like lipstick kisses and the horns of the devil. red like the sky after hours of burning bright. but the sun always rises again, and again. your pain will be useful. cherish it. you’re going to make a campfire of it soon. but you’re not a monster. you’re a god who set fire to herself and started anew from the wreckage. you’re ethereal .”

— things i’ve never told them