Heart of Glass
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Australian in Paris ~
Everything and anything ~ (sometimes NSFW) ~
Just happy to be doing what I can ~ askbox always open, don't hesitate if you want to talk ~Everyone can choose to (try and) be happy, every last one of us.
So I will. I’ll be me, and look after me, and that’s that. The rest will fall into place.
It’s always been there, I just need to relax into my skin. It fits me, after all.
Smiling widely she felt her heart beat and opened her eyes. The brightness of the day is gentle, and when it’s not her heart is forged from steel.
It’s okay. It’s better than that, it’s wonderful.
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Photoset reblogged from turmeric stained fingertips
Lucy’s burial/bridal gown and headdress designed by Eiko Ishioka for Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)
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andariel you are a sweet summer child do not sit by open doors in europe you will hypothermiate yourself
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Photoset reblogged from Cantankerous Compounder
When I first got to Seattle, I took a walk around my new neighbourhood, Greenlake, to get to know the place. And by that I mean I went and found the nearest fro-yo shop. As I was rounding the corner back to my house I saw the most glorious thing sitting on the sidewalk: that cat, right there. That glorious, weird-faced cat. He came right up to me and we had a cuddle and I made sure to take a picture. Mostly because how can you verbally describe that face, am I right?
I went inside and was all, “So, Lauren, there’s this weird looking cat.” And she’s all, “The white shaved one with the face?” And I was all, “YEAH!” That’s how that conversation went. She told me that he hangs around the neighbourhood and is super friendly.
After that, every time I left the house or came home, I was hoping to run into the cat again. When I went out the other day for a walk (read: to get fro-yo), he was across the street chillin’. Maybe a little bit of illin’. (I have no idea what that means.) But this time he had a name tag.
AND IT SAID “MISTER FACE”.
Holy shit. That may be the most perfect name for that cat. I can’t even… Ugh, too good.
Anyway, I think Mister Face should be famous on the Internet. He’s obviously way more fantastic than all those other Internet cats (sorry beloved Grumpy Cat and Lil Bub, but it’s true). The only problem is that I’m afraid of Reddit. And everyone knows Reddit is how cats become famous.
So somebody who is not afraid of Reddit should post some pictures of Mister Face so he can become famous. Then when people are all, “Excuse me, ma’am, could you hold the elevator for me?” I can be all, “Um, I discovered Mister Face. What have you done?” as the door closes in their face.
MR….FACE….
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Photo reblogged from Oh, You Pretty Things
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Photoset reblogged from PinkiePorcelain
I did this so quickly. learned just today that 2 sexual assaults happened in my high school district while I was a sophomore… 2 years after they essentially taught us girls that if we got sexually assaulted, it was out fault. The principal tried to cover it up and the assaulter only got benched during the sport for a while. the victims got blamed and hurt by their peers. it’s what they were taught to do, anyways.
I feel too tired to move.
I told myself that when I graduated high school, I would write the school a letter. I regret that I never did.
I need to do this.
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Photo reblogged from Scotch for Breakfast, Whiskey for Dinner
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Link reblogged from "It's so angry!"
- My problem is not people trying to make money off of fanfic. A.) bc that already happens, and B.) because it should be happening more.
- That is to say, fanart is a widely accepted and respectable medium other fans will pay for and to me, it is no different from writing. Both…
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Link reblogged from And I'm so fucking beautiful I can't stand it
because it’s marketed more to men than to women
you’re a misogynist.
i like the implication that men find it easier to emotionally connect to a dog than a woman and that that’s…
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Post reblogged from Scotch for Breakfast, Whiskey for Dinner
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, butnothing is infinite,
not even loss.You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.(Source: finnualabutler)
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Photo reblogged from Oh, You Pretty Things
Punisher Twins by Vim Trivium on Flickr.
