Viola Davis & Kerry Washington in Television Drama; Scandal. First aired on March 1st, 2018
One of the most iconic crossovers ever made in TV history.
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Viola Davis & Kerry Washington in Television Drama; Scandal. First aired on March 1st, 2018
One of the most iconic crossovers ever made in TV history.
“And when you get something good, please don’t go looking for something better.”
— People will always look for something better and lose the best thing they had. (via krvptonit)
Stop telling girls they have to be super heroes and not princesses. Stop telling girls that wanting to be a mother or a homemaker isn’t a real job. Stop telling girls that makeup isn’t art. Stop making fun of girls who like being in a relationship and looking for love. STOP telling girls that femininity is bad. I thought being a feminist and being a woman’s rights activist was about giving women the freedom to choose. Stop the internalized misogyny.
“I don’t miss you precisely. I miss having something to do on Friday nights, and someone’s arms to crawl into. I miss being a part of an us. And that’s an awful reason to hold on - being so afraid of being with yourself that you’ll give yourself to anyone else. We always hurt more than we healed and yet, I still find myself missing you. Loneliness takes us places that love doesn’t.”
— L.A.L. || Loneliness takes us places that love doesn’t
“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”
— Kiera Cass, The One
the only exception - paramore
I just want someone to love me as much as I love them for once in my goddamn life please
all my cali babes pls be safe and pls share!!!!
Run Away
Love, love, love.
That’s all you ever hear about anymore. Who’s in love with who, have you found that special someone, are you ready to settle down, did you see the way they looked at each other?
It’s everywhere all the time. Too much pressure, too much they expect.
Who could love someone like me?
So I run away, I run away to a world where no one has a face yet everyone is unique and beautiful, I run away to listen to the voices that calm my panicked mind, I run away to see the smile of the people who work hard to make others happy even when they struggle.
I run away because I am scared.
I run because I am lost.
I run because I don’t want to deal with the consequences of my actions.
I run because all I can do is cry.
I run because nothing I do seems to matter.
I run because nothing I do seems to work or change anything.
I run because if I sit here any longer I’ll just end up killing myself.
I run away because I’m trapped.
I’m trapped because of their words.
I’m trapped in this house and in this state and in my mind.
I’m stuck thinking I’m useless.
I want to stop, I want to stop, I want to stop.
I want to leave.
I want to stop crying.
I want to do more.
I want to get better.
I want people to stop telling me to just be happy.
I want it all to end.
the sheets are too scratchy and they dont smell like you anymore i guess they’ve moved on - i wish i could say the same. your fingerprints still painted on my thighs, i don’t know how to wash you away. i dont know if i want to wash you away. im rocking back and forth and time has become a feeling, time is heavy, it weighs me down and sinks in. it holds me and i am trapped - 1 year in the grand scheme of things is a simple sigh. 1 year with you was enough to wake me up, bring me to life, show me how it felt to fall asleep with a quiet mind, because you were besides me. it was long enough that your name will always make my ears perk up. long enough for you to teach me how to love someone who doesnt love me back. i cant explain this and as a poet thats supposed to be my job, but whatever this was was something like honey, golden, sweet, a slight zing, you were golden in the mornings whne we both awoke right before dawn, when the summers day caught up to you and it became a summers night, the way the sunsets hues would dance off of the river. you were sweet like soft serve ice cream, like how it feels to see the first flower in spring, a red tulip. You were sweet and to the point and maybe that had a lot to do with it, you were zing-y, you had fire in your soul. telling me how it was, a slight hint of sarcasm to your tone keeping me on my toes, for months and months because i ridiculously thought and prayed it would all lead to you falling into my arms - instead it became rocky as if we were on a ship at sea, no more smooth sailing, you and i could’ve put the titanic to shame. that was 2017 and its been a whole year now but look at who i still write about till my fingers ache. my friends tell me i do not make sense, tell me to forget, but they don’t know how your hand felt in mine, your thighs pressed around me, like a life vest. i used to scream for you to hear my words, my pain you never did respond so now i sit in silence and dream of how it felt last summer when my sheets were warm from you, when i was warm from you. now i sit here and i write on this blog that no one will care about i write here instead of texting because i dont feel like being ignored i prefer to skip small talk but you prefer to skip me. its 2018 and i am here writing of you and my bed doesnt smell like you anymore but if i close my eyes i can almost remember almost
I fell for you, and you didn’t fall for me. It’s as simple as that. But my heart doesn’t know how to accept this. She just doesn’t.
“I want my feelings for you to go away, but I don’t want them to.”
- 2:04 AM thoughts
He wasn’t a bad person. But if he isn’t bad I can’t hate him. And if I can’t hate him, I can’t move on.
I’d rather hate myself than hate him.
A pen became a sword.
And magic became reality.
A sea was crossed.
And we learnt that no sea is too deep, no distance is too far.
The sky was held up.
And we learned that no weight is too heavy if you’re holding it for someone else.
The maze was navigated.
And we learnt that hard choices have to be made, but they’re easier when you’re not alone.
Immortality was turned down.
Because love lasts longer.
A page was turned.
And we ceased to be ordinary.
A story was told.
And a messed-up kid
Became our hero.
honestly all i want is for rick to write a book about all his characters, chlling and happy and meeting each other and talking about their crazy adventures, with no monsters or fights or any of that stuff