If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse


If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, unleash your poison breath and razor claws.

If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, your name is a promise of a fell fate for all your enemies.

If you are a monster, by choice or birth or curse, you will survive the ice, you will build the fire, your wounds will heal, your muscles will grow, your plans will tighten, and you will thrive.

This world is made for monsters.

"When a Vassar girl takes a shine to another, she straightway enters upon a regular course of bouquet sendings, interspersed with tinted notes, mysterious packages of “Ridley’s Mixed Candies,” locks of hair perhaps, and many other tender tokens, until at last the object of her attentions is captured, the two women become inseparable, and the aggressor is considered by her circle of acquaintances as — smashed."

— This 1893 report from the Yale student newspaper is part of the long history of romantic friendship (via explore-blog)



You’re going to need it

i’m not sad


but the boys who are looking for the sad girls always find me. i’m not a girl anymore and i’m not sad anymore, if you want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ if you think i’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star, well the sky is vast and have you seen the sky in the morning? have you seen how it looks against the sun? i’ll swallow you whole.


NEED these. Need.






oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo




Art, Inc. a field guide to the psychology and practicalities of becoming a successful artist 

"Fashion should be a form of escapism, and not a form of imprisonment"

— Alexander McQueen  (via nuoire)

"The Never Call: There are some people who love to text so much that the phone part of their cell phone has become completely obsolete. They’re like Tobias Funke the never-nude from Arrested Development, except instead of refusing to take off the last bit of clothing for a completely irrational reason, they are scared of a wonderful and time-honored mode of communication."

The Nine Types of Text Messaging Monsters - Texting - Gawker

oh that is me. to a tee.

(via madeleinepascal)

I am one of those people. But let me explain something to you. The telephone was an aberation in human development. It was a 70 year or so period where for some reason humans decided it was socially acceptable to ring a loud bell in someone else’s life and they were expected to come running, like dogs. This was the equivalent of thinking it was okay to walk into someone’s living room and start shouting. it was never okay. It’s less okay now. Telephone calls are rude. They are interruptive. Technology has solved this brief aberration in human behavior. We have a thing now called THE TEXT MESSAGE. It is magical, non-intrusive, optional, and, just like human speech originally was meant to be, is turn based and two way. You talk. I talk next. Then you talk. And we do it when it’s convenient for both of us.

(via rickwebb)

(via shehasathree)

Not only do I find the telephone somewhat intrusive, but I find it a really awkward way of communicating with people! I don’t like talking on the phone. I really enjoy spending time with friends, I enjoy chatting online and communicating via email, but the telephone cranks my social awkwardness and inability to deal with prolonged social contact up to the max. I assume what’s going on is that it’s stripping away all the visual/non-verbal social cues, so I have to be a lot more socially “on” than usual, as well as taking away the possibility of built-in breaks to the conversation — when you’re participating in a shared activity (lunch, movies, strolling around and sightseeing, having coffee at home, whatever) you’re not communicating all the time, you’re doing other things as well.

And I agree 100% about the intrusiveness and “talk to me right now!” aspect of calling someone (which is why I don’t like making phone calls; I hate interrupting people). Like the commentary says … it’s not a natural way of communicating. (Which is not to say that “natural = good” and “unnatural = bad”. Arsenic is natural; literacy is not. But gracefully communicating via phone is something we have to specially train our brains to be able to do, with varying degrees of success.)

Not to say I hate phones across the board — well, okay, I do kinda hate phones, but they’re definitely useful for keeping in touch with people far away, and of course they’re great for people who like them! But given the choice, I’d rather stay in touch with my long-distance friends via text-based and online forms of communication, with phone conversations being an occasional thing and reserved for the people I’m most comfortable with. And I’m glad that we have so many more options now for staying in close contact with people, so the phone is optional and can be avoided if you need to.

(via laylainalaska) (via beck-liz)

At this point, the only phone calls I take are those that are scheduled in advance.  I dream of the day when I have enough clout and freedom to change my voicemail to “You have reached Gianduja Kiss.  Now hang up and send me an email.”

(via giandujakiss)

This post just made me abandon a long-dreaded phone call and send an email instead.

(via calvinahobbes)


(via cimness) (via telesilla) (via amberfoxfire)

(via shiralipkin)

I happily disregard phone calls for as long as possible. That includes voicemail. Least favourite way to communicate…


Gah, the way he looks at her.


Gah, the way he looks at her.



why do you care if people have tattoos and piercings or if people don’t wanna shave their legs or who people wanna fuck with

literally why do you care what someone else does with their own body if they’re not hurting anyone

it doesn’t affect you and there are a lot better things for you to actually give a fuck about

y’all got to work on your fucks budget, spend your fucks more wisely

ration all y’alls fucks

Ration. All. Y’all’s. Fucks. 



"Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair."

— That Could Have Been Me (via namelessin314)