Day four: one book that taught you something important | Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel

“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.” 

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featuringod:

Laverne Cox just became the first transgender actress to be nominated for an Emmy

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"There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face." Lemony Snicket, The End (via seabois)
11/7/14 @ 7:30am • 1144 ♥

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flyartproductions:

Tell me something: where your boss at?
Martin van Meytens, Marie Antoinette (age 12) 1767 / Diva, Beyonce

flyartproductions:

Tell me something: where your boss at?

Martin van Meytens, Marie Antoinette (age 12) 1767 / Diva, Beyonce

10/7/14 @ 4:33am • 34860 ♥
"I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes." Björk (via thepettywars)
10/7/14 @ 4:07am • 24866 ♥

Day three: two books that haunt you |  The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides and Charlotte Sometimes by Penelope Farmer

"It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together"
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Even her footsteps did not seem to belong to her. The night seized and transformed them, just as it transformed the greenhouses they passed from useful places for growing things into cold night palaces.”

"I learned that people can easily forget that others are human." “Prisoner” from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)

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10/7/14 @ 1:04am • 433878 ♥

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katswhiskers:

velvetonions:

imagine a milkshake place called “shakesperience” where all the milkshake flavours are named after puns of shakespeare plays

  • Oreothello
  • Rolo and Juliet
  • Macberry
  • Mars Ado About Nothing
  • Antonutella and Cleopatra
  • Merchocolate of Venice
  • Two Gentlemint of Verona
  • Richerry III

It would bringeth all the gentlemen to the yard. 

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leftbehindandsour:

Charlotte sometimes crying for herself
Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself
but it’s always with love
with so much love it looks like
everything else
of Charlotte sometimes
so far away
glass sealed and pretty
Charlotte sometimes

9/7/14 @ 11:38pm • 1345 ♥
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Day two: a book that got you into reading | Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling

“A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!” 


Day one: your favorite novel(s) | White Oleander by Janet Fitch

“I don’t let anyone touch me,” I finally said.
Why not?”
Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn’t come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. (…) It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn’t want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette.” 


29/6/14 @ 2:27pm • 1448 ♥

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