Low-Classy @goddessoftitsnwine - Tumblr Blog

I could live in this scene from Nosferatu for the rest of my life. Dark and foreboding winterscapes are oddly comforting, and this one in particular wrapped me in its cold embrace. I want to be in it.

correctopinionhaver

he's found out he can have commercial success by making the monster fucker girlies horny and he's going full speed ahead

lurker-no-more

Gonna be singing this (and this) all night.

uncahier

howl224tgeundying

guccifloralsuits

Thinking about RBG’s dying words. God. The end of her life was defined by holding on—holding out, just a little longer, until we could get a Democrat in & she could find her peace. Her dying words, “My most fervent wish is that I will not be replaced until a new president is installed.” And it’s....unfair.

She deserved a long and happy retirement and god, she deserved a relief from the pressure our country kept on her to stay alive. She deserved last words that weren’t a plea for our people to vote, and most of all she deserves so much peace. I hope she gets that. I hope she has it. She gave her whole life to fight for progress. She used her last words to hope that we could put a new president in office and appoint a replacement who will take on her mantel and keep fighting the progressive fight. She was 87, and she never got to have a retirement. God—I hope she’s in a better place. If heaven exists, it was made for souls like hers. May your memory be a blessing, RBG. You will not be forgotten.

casliyn

Rest In Peace, Ruth.

dedhood

ruth bader ginsburg lived 87 fucking long years, helped secure abortion rights, marriage equality, and immigration rights among loads of other things.

remember her legacy as both a supreme court justice, as an advocate and icon in equality movements, and as the woman who wouldn’t take no shit from donald trump, sticking through multiple battles with cancer to preserve our rights.

may her memory be a blessing. honor her legacy.

What I wouldn't give to have you here. Happy Father's Day. I love you. 🖤

#i miss you

I saw your face and heard your voice for the first time in two years. I called out to you and you answered. I can't remember the last time I saw your face so clearly - your brown skin, your smile, the crinkles at your eyes, the tiny moles on your cheeks. I felt whole again...and then I woke up.

#i miss you

I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I'll never see you again, or hug you, or talk to you. I push those thoughts out of my head because I can't handle it. I'm consumed by anxiety when I think about it.

I love you. I wish I told you that more. I wish I hugged you more and fought with you less. Although, I would give anything to fight with you again - at least then you'd be here.

I wanna hear you laugh.

I want you to be waiting for me around the corner the way you always were.

I want you to answer when I call out "Dad."

I want to see your name light up my phone screen.

I wasn't done needing you. And I really need you right now. I need your encouragement. I need you to tell me that I can do this because I really don't think I can.