here's something weird.

This blog does not exist.

[garashir]

girls don’t want a black widow movie, girls want a Valkyrie movie where she has a female love interest and it is written and directed by women

[realivt]

Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.

An Unknown Genius  (via delicateswans)

[femonade-deactivated20190611]

no one asked but i love being bisexual

[dailydcgifs]

Rahul Kohli back at SDCC 2016 to promote the upcoming 3rd season of iZombie

[wordsnquotes]

I ache, brilliantly.

Adrienne Rich, “The Demon Lover” (via wnq-writers)

[block]

[lauryncravens-deactivated202007]

[sarahjanelim]

2007 me: who are you

2016 me: i'm you but we loathe johnny depp with a burning passion now

[studio-kiki]

[somekindofsummer-deactivated201]

I’m extremely disappointed in myself for letting certain people see sides of me they didn’t deserve.

(via somekindofsummer)

[wlw]

for christmas I want lexa to come back

[write-intime]

[wordsnquotes]

She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.

Ellen Hopkins, Perfect (via wordsnquotes)

[fozmeadows]

there is a particular type of emptiness that comes on a person between the hours of 11pm and 4am wherein your body sends steadily more confusing signals about what it wants, which you dutifully try to interpret. do we want a pink donut, you ask yourself? dutifully, a pink donut is procured and eaten, but the emptiness persists. do we want a toasted ham and cheese sandwich instead, perhaps to eat while reading a suitable fanfic, curled up in the kind of comfortable window-seat our house does not, in fact, possess? what do we want, brain-body?

here is the answer: what we crave in these moments isn’t nourishment, but acknowledgement freely offered, as opposed to covertly solicited. we sit awake while others sleep and hope our distant friends will sense, by some animal gnosis apart from us, that we want their company; will know to reassure us that we’re not wasting their time, that they’re thinking of us, that we’re valued and wanted. it’s a complex sort of hunger, and one the human body is evidently ill-equipped to convey to its resident ghost in any clearly distinguished fashion. 

so instead, we make terrible decisions involving carbohydrates while squinting at unsatisfactory literature. because existential crises.

[vacilandoelmundo]

[kanjabeto-deactivated20180421]

Steven Yeun photographed by Megan Mack

[twilightly-blog]

about 9:00pm on july 13, 2016 (if you can believe it, these are completely unedited)