that moment you realize that this one is the same as all the other assholes before him and i should probably go back to being a lesbian again but chicks are manipulative and shitty too so ill probably just spend the rest of my days hanging out with my cat and watching netflix.
#it’s been ten years #but i’ll be damned if any of you say this isn’t the most swagtastic entrance #that you have ever seen #in your goddamn life
(via fabricatedmistress)
"I exist in two places,
here and where you are."
Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems (1965-1975)
(Source: honeysighs, via betweenawakeandsleep)
Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.
We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.
If this doesn’t put you in the best of moods, nothing will. haha.
(Source: hellyeahscarleteen, via teamfreeewill)
Once you reach your 6th Year in Hogwarts, you start to get used to all the shit.
(Source: weasleyismygingerhairedking, via fabricatedmistress)
i’ve been seeing a lot of gizoogle stuff going around, so i thought i’d share my final for my open source culture class:
this is the text of The Great Gatsby run through Gizoogle and typeset, formatted, printed and bound it into a hardcover edition. thinking about making more Penguizzle Classics!
A New American Classic: American Hearts: Flash of Silver
I wonder what she’s doing here. It’s early in the morning, the city is just rumbling to life and except for a smattering of strangers scattered along sidewalk tables, everyone is inside avoiding the rain. And then there’s her. She’s standing with all her weight on one leg, arms crossed, hair pulled back, staring into the water. The sleeves on her jacket are pulled halfway up her hands and it’s apparent that it’s probably belongs to someone who’s seen what she looks like underneath. Her arms uncross and slender fingers dig into a pocket. The sun glints off of something metallic, surely a coin, and I’m racking my brain to figure out what’s going on without the luxury of seeing her face.
I wonder what she’ll wish for. I sit and sip at my juice, struggling over whether or not I should tell her that this particular fountain is a total crap shoot when it comes to cosmic wish fulfillment. Maybe her job is awful. The boss rides her too hard, or some jackass in upper management makes a lewd comment everytime her blouse fits a little too tight in the top. Perhaps her grandmother is in the hospital with something terminal, and she’s spent every night for the past month sleeping in agonizingly awkward hospital chairs. For all I know she’s wishing on a midnight train to take her our of a city painted up with her poor decisions and past mistakes.
I wonder if she’ll even have to stop her. The waiter brings around another glass as I wait on her to slide the coin back into her pocket. Instead, I watch her elbow bend and wait for the comforting ring of her thumbnail knocking a dead president into the air, but it never comes. It never comes because it was never a coin. The silver band arcs through the air, the sun catching for the briefest of moments in the modest gemstone, and lands silently in the water.
I wonder if it’s landed next to mine.
(Source: inkstained.net, via a-new-american-classic)
(Source: skeletonguns, via manda)
