What Now?

schmergo:

schmergo:

I want a movie about a guy who runs for president and wins but then suddenly realizes that he doesn’t want to be president, so he just starts doing ridiculous things all the time trying to get impeached, but it NEVER WORKS because they always miraculously end up being the right thing to do. Like, he declares war on Canada? Next day it turns out that Canada had secret plans to nuke Washington. he bans Doritos? Turns out theyr’e the number one cause of cancer and natural disasters. He sends his vice president to jail? Turns out the VP was a terrorist in disguise. He has 100% approval rating, most popular president ever.

I’ve decided that I want him to be played by Jeff Goldblum. 


drawthecurtainstarttheplay:

coca-cola-anne:

You may not be able to see your own beauty or love yourself but one day, someone will. You have only lived such a small part of yourself, you will never know what the future brings. So, keep going. Hold on. You are never alone. ♥


For my lovely followers whom I love dearly and would be very much aggrieved if I ever found out that they were gone.


elisabethhewer:

obituary for the princess who forgot to be fairytale

elisabethhewer:

obituary for the princess who forgot to be fairytale


artmonia:

Water Sculptures by Chris Slabber.

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thesassycat:

asammyg:

HOW DO YOU DO THIS?! I WANT TO DO THIS. 

It’s literally showing you how to do it


th2p:

traceymoesby:

kohwala:

telepath more like telepathetic

this sounds like something Magneto would say before high fiving Mystique

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svmistress:

SV Mistress, circa 1965

svmistress:

SV Mistress, circa 1965


lacigreen:

✿✿

lacigreen:

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"It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

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artbymoga:

Brains man.

posted 1 day ago via artbymoga with 989 notes

deprincessed:

Editorial detail of Frida Gustavsson in ‘Seeing Stars’ shot by Lachlan Bailey for Vogue UK December 2010

deprincessed:

Editorial detail of Frida Gustavsson in ‘Seeing Stars’ shot by Lachlan Bailey for Vogue UK December 2010


thatssobucky:

you guys should totally take this quiz and this quiz to see which supervillain and superhero you should hook up with it’s really fun


bevsi:

Marauders sleepover!!

posted 1 day ago via bevsi with 4,129 notes

Starship turbulence is my favourite thing ever