Hello, gorgeous.

So, my friend is stage managing Macbeth and made this status today...

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:17:29 -0400

fuckingmultiverse:

letsgivethesekidsashow:

honeychildplease:

I’m quite pleased with this.

Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.

WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT

I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT

I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY

THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”

I reblogged this so fast guys

8 Reasons Young Americans Don't Fight Back: How the US Crushed Youth Resistance

Mon, 06 May 2013 17:30:44 -0400

disquietingtruths:

Student-Loan Debt.

Psychopathologizing and Medicating Noncompliance.

Schools That Educate for Compliance and Not for Democracy.

“No Child Left Behind” and “Race to the Top.”

Shaming Young People Who Take Education—But Not Their Schooling—Seriously.

The Normalization of Surveillance.

Television.

Fundamentalist Religion and Fundamentalist Consumerism.

Read More

“I know too much. I know that she wishes she was dead. I know that he killed someone. I know...

Mon, 06 May 2013 16:27:00 -0400

“I know too much. I know that she wishes she was dead. I know that he killed someone. I know that she struggles to get out of bed everyday. I know that he wants to leave everything behind. I know that she puts a razor to her skin and that he will never feel like he deserves her. I know that she has anxiety and I know that he is using her. She can’t see that she has a future and he is throwing away his. Because nobody is happy and everyone is fucked up. The best years of our lives turned out to be the worst and our future is too dim for us to want to go on. We’ll never have a fairy tale love story or have successful careers. We’ll all get divorced or kill ourselves and hate our jobs with a passion because this is how life seems to work. That first time doesn’t matter and that A on your finals doesn’t matter. Money, sex, love; they don’t matter because everything has a way of tearing you apart from the inside out. Nobody truly teaches you what to expect in life and how to handle emotions. Nobody tells their children that life is shit and isn’t worth living because they hope it won’t be like that for them, but in the process of trying to protect them they are creating unrealistic expectations that will surely shatter their self confidence and make them feel worthless and replaceable. Everyone has problems and everyone wears a mask because perfection and happiness don’t really exist. You may get a few seconds here and there but it’s only because you forget or hide and cover your problems for that moment, but they are still crawling beneath the surface with their greedy claws ready to grasp you and take you to a place you will never escape. There is no comfort in knowing everyone feels like this because it simply proves that there is nothing better, nothing to look forward to, no such thing as true love or happy endings. Because people break up and people kill themselves or kill others. The ones you love will be killed by another or by disease and you will watch their soul slowly wither away in those last moments and you will curse any god or higher power you ever believed in. Your faith will fade and will be replaced with rage and jealousy of those who can blindly follow a god that does not exist, and you wish you were still that naive. You wish you were a child again because you didn’t know life was so sad, that life was so hopeless, and that there is absolutely no point in anything. You can try to be happy all you want but it will always disappear. That voice in your head will always whisper that you’re not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough. You are your worst enemy and there is no way to escape yourself. So forever you will remained trapped and go through your days with fake smiles and tightness in your chest as you hold back those helpless tears you want so badly to release. You want to believe there’s more but can’t. If there is nothing better what is the point? Why is everyone pretending? Your heart will break, your faith will shatter, and you will be morphed into an exhausted human being who feels pain radiating in their body every time you fake that smile. So tell me now why life is so worth living. Tell me now that these are the best years of my life. Tell me now that people are indeed happy and love exists and it’s all just chance. Why the fuck would I live based on chance when I could end it all and avoid every ounce of pain that is surely to come my way? Oh but don’t worry. I’ll continue to be like everyone else and cling to pointless hope that one day I will wake up and everything won’t be so bad. “

What am I supposed to do when I’m my own worst enemy?

Sat, 04 May 2013 19:54:28 -0400

What am I supposed to do when I’m my own worst enemy?

sunlighters: charmingwishes: korraful: Date a girl who...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 20:22:56 -0400

sunlighters:

charmingwishes:

korraful:

Date a girl who writes.

Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.

Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.

Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.

She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.

Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.

If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.

It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.

She’ll give you a chance.

Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.

A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.

Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.

If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.

She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.

She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.

You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.

You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.

Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.

Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.

Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.

A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.

Date a girl who writes.

Because there is nothing better than a girl who writes.

my favorite ever

No matter what

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 12:28:08 -0400

I end up with someone in my life that makes me feel like a hostage. Trapped and miserable.

I didnt miss this part.

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 15:50:44 -0400

I didnt miss this part.

I fucking love hot pockets

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:25:00 -0400

I fucking love hot pockets

The easiest thing to do when you’re afraid is to run away.

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 16:47:00 -0500

The easiest thing to do when you’re afraid is to run away.

Well fuck you too

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 22:09:20 -0500

Well fuck you too

When someone gets the exact tattoo you were going to get with your best friend… Fuck you

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 06:03:11 -0500

When someone gets the exact tattoo you were going to get with your best friend…

Fuck you

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Ed Sheeran - Perth (August 6, 2012)

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:33:18 -0500

Ed Sheeran - Perth (August 6, 2012)

gryzio: closetextrovert: 3go: boozledorf: hats-and-horses: r...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:32:50 -0500

gryzio:

closetextrovert:

3go:

boozledorf:

hats-and-horses:

raikoh14:

This guy made a painting in less than 90 seconds.

Sweet holy Jesus he just fooled everyone

Holy shit, that is not at all what I was expecting.

at first i was

then i was like

ART

HOLY SHIT -

Holy fuck

I’m not used to being treated this well. It sort of scares me.

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:28:25 -0500

I’m not used to being treated this well. It sort of scares me.

dweebzilla: ninjaeris13: thegoddamazon: queennubian: aradiama...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:27:51 -0500

dweebzilla:

ninjaeris13:

thegoddamazon:

queennubian:

aradiamara:

frustratedsecretary:

kadeart:

I just want to know how many glasseser on tumblr :)

((Legally blind without them.

And I can’t wear contacts.))

Well I alternate between glasses and contacts

team nearsighted

Team Nearsighted as well.

Team astigmatism bitches

Team Nearsighted with Astigmatism, motherfuckers

Team Nearsighted with Astigmatism, fuck yeah!

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