stripper-princess:

such a powerful message

viagrah:

undercover-witch:

You do know the one with the beautifully colored plumage is the male peacock and it only presents itself like that to attract the plain colored female, right?
So basically the only role your fabulousness has is to impress the plain ol’ me. And I may or may not give a fuck.




the last one omfg im so done

viagrah:

undercover-witch:

You do know the one with the beautifully colored plumage is the male peacock and it only presents itself like that to attract the plain colored female, right?

So basically the only role your fabulousness has is to impress the plain ol’ me. And I may or may not give a fuck.

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the last one omfg im so done

dauntlesshadowhunterravenclaw:

TACO NEEDS TO KEEP HIS LITTLE MOUTH SHUT 

bethrevis:

you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying

thefingerfucker:

new-ways-to-complain:

conservativegirlonpolitics:

That was the most informative thing I have ever been told by a duck

And I have been told a lot of things by ducks.

so. many. things.

thefingerfucker:

new-ways-to-complain:

conservativegirlonpolitics:

That was the most informative thing I have ever been told by a duck

And I have been told a lot of things by ducks.

so. many. things.

elenoa:

Ludovic Florent's series “Poussières d’étoiles” (Stardust). 

This is fucking gorgeous

tagged → #fave
cosplay-gamers:

Scyther Cosplay & Photography by TerminaCosplay [FB] [DA]

cosplay-gamers:

Scyther Cosplay & Photography by TerminaCosplay [FB] [DA]

"

His hands shake something furious,
and you don’t know how to stop them,
don’t know if they belong to a killer or a lover,
or if there’s even a difference anymore.

His shadow dances with yours
in the streetlights;
your darkness has found a kindred spirit,
but you are still trying
to take the fear from his mouth.

Demons and angels are at war inside of him,
and you swear to love every single one,
swear to love him wicked,
swear to love him holy.

He is licking prayers
he stopped believing
into your mouth;
if you thought kissing him
would save him,
you were dead wrong.

"
— Emily Palermo, On Loving A Monster (via starredsoul)
tagged → #poems
"

I watched you destroy yourself, darling,
and I never tried to stop it.
I stood by as you swallowed glass
and washed it down with vodka
and pretended that it made you invincible.
I saw you inhale your cigarettes whole
and turn your porcelain skin into a lattice,
rejoicing in your new-found beauty,
you crumbling, pathetic thing.



Don’t try to deny it, dear.
The mirror never lies.

"
— Emily Palermo, There Is No Beauty In This (via starredsoul)
tagged → #poems
"Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you.
Stop waiting
for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare,
for an end to your sadness in Keats.
He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived.
Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world.
Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.
Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor."
— Emily Palermo, Your Sadness is a Poison (via starredsoul)
tagged → #poems