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thursday's child has far to go.

About Me : I am an 19 year old girl, a proud New Yorker, a history buff, a polyglot, a bibliophile, an extrovert, an optimist, a Taylor Swift fanatic, a crazy Galeniss, Harmony, and Destiel shipper, a Castiel fangirl, a perpetual reader, an occasional writer, and a rêveuse.

Fandoms: Supernatural, Gossip Girl, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Scrubs, The Night Circus.

My Supernatural Family

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lostinpersona:

L’Amour, l’Après-midi (1972) Dir. Éric Rohmer

vanishedschism:

Seriously though, if you don’t think asexual representation is important, you need to get educated, because it is really hard to live in a sex-centric culture and not be interested in sex. 

I have seen so many posts about finding out about asexuality after joining tumblr and you know what word almost all over them have in common? Broken. 

And that’s fucked up. 

I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.

— A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one. (via mukoros)

(Source: insensiblenothingness)

reallifefoosball:

breaking news: bayern is signing everybody. everybody on earth. the mailman. your grandma. the dude who just cut you off in traffic. we are all bayern. mia san mia.

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selfies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

— b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

the-art-pimpette:

stormbramble:

Can we please stop making fun of people who are over 20 and are still virgins

Can we please stop making fun of people who are not interested in sex/are repulsed by sex

Can we please stop making fun of people who aren’t interested in a sexual or romantic relationship

Can we please stop making tv shows about virgins trying to lose their virginity like it’s a leech upon their life destroying all of their goals and opportunities?

(Source: morrowseer)

a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

— e.e. cummings   (via thelostdeer)

You’re tired of hearing about it? Think about how fucking exhausting it is living it.

Jon Stewart regarding racism.  (via anotherwellkeptsecret)

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(via blowmecas)