Faking Fine

Cogito ergo sum 18 years young just trying to survive college one bipolar episode at a time

[crissmiranda]

when someone says something feminist af and you’re like

[kimmismiles-blog]

[ellacalm]

[megan-hansenn-deactivated201704]

One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.

just a friendly reminder to keep going  (via alunit)

[sotick]

[kendallroynsfw]

carrie fisher isn’t just princess leia. carrie fisher isn’t just an actress we all admire from a famous series of movies made a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. carrie fisher isn’t just another name on the list of shitty things 2016 has done to people i admire.

carrie fisher is a woman who struggled with addiction and mental illness and never sugar coated it - she spoke honestly, openly, about every ugly truth, and made me so much less ashamed of the things i struggle with in my daily life.

carrie fisher is a woman who fought back against body shaming and misogyny, against agesim, who looked at critics and said “yes, i am a woman who has aged, and had children, and struggled with depression and addiction and my body has changed, so you can just shut the fuck up and deal with it”, and it was absolutely beautiful.

carrie fisher is a woman who was placed in the role of “princess” but didn’t conform to the typical hollywood idea of what a princess should be. she’s loud, brash, crass, and unapologetic for being so.

she’s an idol and an inspiration and she’s a woman who saved my life many times just by being who she was and never shying away from it or feeling the need to say sorry. carrie fisher is so much and more and i cannot begin to stomach the thought of 2016 taking her away from me, from her family, from the rest of the world and those of us who love her so dearly.

i love you, space momma. we all do. keep fighting the good fight.

[conbiniiko]

life sucks. i have no goth friends to dance under overpasses with

[aracuans-deactivated20180529]

Donald Trump is pre-llama Kuzco. He would probably throw somebody out a window for “throwing off his groove.” Also he wouldn’t mind kicking people out of their home for his own perfect world.

Hillary Clinton is Yzma. Her motives are questionable and she wants Kuzco gone. She’s always SO CLOSE to being in charge but never quite there. 

Bernie Sanders is Kronk. He’s somewhat aligned with Yzma but not really, and he and Yzma definitely have some tension as time goes on. Kronk doesn’t deserve this madness and just wants what’s right. 

[sigmabunny]

So what you’re saying is, we need to turn Trump into a llama. That’s what I’m getting here.

[emmi-kat]

A llama?  He’s supposed to be dead!

[hntrgurl13]

Yea, weird.

[nerdgasrnz]

No, what we need to do is turn Trump into a flea. A harmless little flea. Then we need to put that flea into a box…

[annoyedchicken]

AND SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER

[marinaqua]

Or, to save on postage, we could just poison him.

[februarysong1986]

Rebloging for the last 3 comments

[stargazingyouth]

You know you're in love when

/ / / / / / / / / / / his sentimental texts expressing poorly-worded infatuation are enough to obsess about. although i crave the love of poets. & although he’s no william shakespeare nor f. scott fitzgerald nor sylvia plath, i find myself clinging to these words as if they were our life raft–although we’re sinking & i know it–our enchanted rose, each word a petal, of his own prose. but let me stay a while & smell that smell so sweet. pay no attention to the leak. / / / / / / / / / / /

[thatwhobumblesabout]

You know you’re in too deep when:

you go through an astrology blog late at night and you constantly pause at their sign

[ettatheartist]

ed.//ettaarlene

[ettatheartist]

ed.//ettaarlene

[xacidicxyouthx]

Soft Grunge

[delicatepoetry]

i met you at sixteen. i had red lips, dark eyes, and a mind that was made up. i didn’t want love. i didn’t need anyone. i had stopped searching. you met me at nineteen. you had a ego, a fuck that, kinda thing about you. a stubborn mind. you didn’t want love. you didn’t need anyone. you had stopped looking. we shared two broken hearts. let downs, and lows. a thousand, five hundred miles in between us.  we both deserved better. you talked in a way that a poet falls for. you had me clinging to every word, paused at every comma, stopped at every period. i had you listening, wanting more. you told me about your mom, i told you about my dad. it was 1 a.m. and it seemed like the world stopped. we walked into love. the distance in between us couldn’t block a love like this. it traveled over mountains, roads, the land. it didn’t stop until it was a one way connection. and all we needed was a one way ticket. two years later you still want me. i still need you. we share a full heart. and i am grateful for every break up, for ever turn that seemed wrong. because it led me to the right person. the one i get to keep. and here is the promise we have kept, we would overcome the obstacles. we would always love first. we would never give up. that we would take this distance, and fight. and look where we are baby, you’ve got your flight.

i.c. // 30 days and counting… (via delicatepoetry)

[wordsverseandlies]

You’re not my ex boyfriend. You were a passing moment, an almost. a maybe one day we’ll be something. But one day never came, you passed by, and ‘almost’ didn’t happen. And yet it feels like something did because I know your favorite songs, what you think about late at night, and how beautiful you thought I was. And I know you knew even more about me. Our story was like an acute angle, a meeting point and then off in different directions. So close and then farther and farther away. We were an almost, maybe, someday.

W.V.L. (via wordsverseandlies)

[ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket-d]

fuck fuck u

(via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

[myanotherweirdworld]