September152014

tarntino:

i never want to get married and have kids i want to be 40 and a highly successful director and show up to my high school reunion dressed entirely in yves saint laurent with blood red lipstick and louboutin heels that could penetrate a man’s soft flesh in the current year’s bmw convertible and wear chanel sunglasses the entire time even while indoors so i don’t have to hold eye contact with the little people

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September142014
September132014
File under reasons why my roommates are wonderful. Love you, Jules!

File under reasons why my roommates are wonderful. Love you, Jules!

September112014

yellowrainjacket:

Atoms for Peace - Time Was Dropped

When I got your heart
I got your heart
It slipped down
Out
Of my hands
And flipped
Out
Went wandering
Stumbling
And I fell apart
I fell apart

(via msyorke)

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September102014
theangelshavethetimeturner:

dedalvs:

gement:

ineffably-crowley:

sparkafterdark:

glumshoe:

sparkafterdark:

tenaflyviper:

He is, however, perfectly willing to fuck with time and reality.
And also steal your infants.

He didn’t steal anything. She literally asked him to take the baby. Don’t make him the bad guy just because she was a shitty sister.

I think you are severely misinformed as to how baby ownership works.
It was not her baby to give.
David Bowie is unquestionably the villain.

Which do you think existed first, modern custody legislature, or the goblin king? 
The girl was entrusted by her parents with the care and custody of the child. By the laws governing the goblin king and his transactions, the girl was the current rightful owner of the child and made a deal with the king to take the child. Perhaps you’re not familiar with english folklore. Fae have rules, they’re tricksters, they can be sneaky, but they never break the rules.

Slammin’ it down in the Labyrinth fandom tonight, kids.

Children, children. Yes, he was playing by the rules, and yes, he gets to be the villain. In lit crit, you get to have your cake and eat it too!
And then run away from it when it turns into a whirling tunnel cleaner death machine.
That analogy got away from me a bit. And is now chasing me down a hallway brb

Listen, if Jareth was a villain, it wasn’t to Sarah. He literally does everything she wants him to. He’s a co-dependent enabler. No, Jareth is a villain to the thousands of goblins he rules over who have no rights. They fight for him; they die for him; they perform every errand he asks of them, and what do they get in return? They get insulted. They get kicked. They get laughed at. They get turned into princes.
What kind of princes, you ask?
Princes of the Land of Stench!
If Sarah was really a hero, she would have freed the goblins instead of selfishly leaving the Labyrinth with her ungrateful, mewling little brother. She would have liberated them.
With fire and blood.

She’s the sister of baby, not mother of dragons, maybe she’d do better if you wrote a language for her to speak.

theangelshavethetimeturner:

dedalvs:

gement:

ineffably-crowley:

sparkafterdark:

glumshoe:

sparkafterdark:

tenaflyviper:

He is, however, perfectly willing to fuck with time and reality.

And also steal your infants.

He didn’t steal anything. She literally asked him to take the baby. Don’t make him the bad guy just because she was a shitty sister.

I think you are severely misinformed as to how baby ownership works.

It was not her baby to give.

David Bowie is unquestionably the villain.

Which do you think existed first, modern custody legislature, or the goblin king? 

The girl was entrusted by her parents with the care and custody of the child. By the laws governing the goblin king and his transactions, the girl was the current rightful owner of the child and made a deal with the king to take the child. Perhaps you’re not familiar with english folklore. Fae have rules, they’re tricksters, they can be sneaky, but they never break the rules.

Slammin’ it down in the Labyrinth fandom tonight, kids.

Children, children. Yes, he was playing by the rules, and yes, he gets to be the villain. In lit crit, you get to have your cake and eat it too!

And then run away from it when it turns into a whirling tunnel cleaner death machine.

That analogy got away from me a bit. And is now chasing me down a hallway brb

Listen, if Jareth was a villain, it wasn’t to Sarah. He literally does everything she wants him to. He’s a co-dependent enabler. No, Jareth is a villain to the thousands of goblins he rules over who have no rights. They fight for him; they die for him; they perform every errand he asks of them, and what do they get in return? They get insulted. They get kicked. They get laughed at. They get turned into princes.

What kind of princes, you ask?

Princes of the Land of Stench!

If Sarah was really a hero, she would have freed the goblins instead of selfishly leaving the Labyrinth with her ungrateful, mewling little brother. She would have liberated them.

With fire and blood.

She’s the sister of baby, not mother of dragons, maybe she’d do better if you wrote a language for her to speak.

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September82014
September72014
“Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time.” (via frazzledfran)

(Source: gaystray, via joshpeck)

September62014
September42014

Discussing Depression

That thing, that all consuming thing that I’ve been living with for the past few months is not moving out, but becoming a less frequent visitor. 

My therapist, whom I’ve only been able to afford to see once every two weeks, says that my depression is symptomatic of a chemical imbalance and a lack of ability to let others help. Ding ding ding. I guess we have a winner. 

One of the things that I like to do is get to know people. I’ve always said that the thing that makes stories most interesting are the people themselves—not the circumstances, or the motivation, etc—it’s always the people. Perhaps I should’ve gone into psychology. I like to know what makes a person tick: what they feel, think; why they do things or act a particular way. Today, as a method of doing so, I asked my co-worker one of these “get to know you” questions, which was “What do you like best about yourself? What do least like about yourself?” His answers were, well, childish. He is still yet a child though; he’ll grow up. When he asked me these questions in return, the truth came around: I hate to give up control.

It is both a terrible thing and a wonderful thing; a blessing and a curse, if you will. Being in control means that what needs to be done gets done. I know that if I’m the one doing the work, it’ll be done well and efficiently. In terms of my relationships, it often means being the one that says and does what is difficult, though painful. 

Again, a blessing and a curse. 

This hamartia (fatal flaw) is what has effectually shaken and reshaped the foundation of all of my friendships; suffice to say I have none. I should amend that: the people with whom I spend much of my time are acquaintances, nothing more. I care for them, truly—my co-workers especially—but I know that at the end of the day, push come to shove, there’s not a soul who will come to my aid. Not that I would expect them to. Thing about having an open mouth policy is that most folks don’t abide it very well. I’d like to think I’m helping said people develop a thick skin but truthfully, it’s my own hide I’m growing. 

To be honest, I’m not really feeling very motivated to do much right now. As a result of my latent stupidity, a handful of financial mistakes made some many years ago that are still following me now, I can’t go to school this semester. My aid fell through. I couldn’t tell my mother. When I figured out, through all the begging and pleading (and lets be honest, a bit of yelling) that there was nothing that could be done, I called to tell her and I just couldn’t. She’s so goddamn proud of me for putting myself through college with no financial assistance and some measure of perseverance that I just couldn’t tell her I’d put myself yet another month behind all because of one goddamn missed payment in June. 

So, I’m stuck. Because I’d decided to move out, as perhaps an act of defiance that I could make my life worth something, I can’t afford to pay for my own classes like I’ve been doing the past couple of years. My roommates complain that I don’t do anything, which is true. I work. Come home. Binge watch Netflix. Repeat. Very occasionally, I’ll go out to keep up the rouse or because I’m having a good day. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m still depressed. 

Despite the length of this post, I can’t even force myself to write. I’ll open up my book, take a look at any section notes I’ve left, and just stare at the screen, wondering what the point is. Shit, I can’t even force myself to read these days. I’ll pick up a book, lie in bed, and just hold the pages open, the words blurring at an imperceptible pace. They’re all blurry. The whole damn world is blurry. 

Dr. Davies wants me to go on meds but I’ve straight up refused. My body is so damn sensitive to everything that I’m afraid going on anti-depressants will make things worse. I’d rather be unmotivated, uninterested, and unenthusiastic than feel nothing at all. I suppose that’s something, right?

August302014

Buffy Meme | Four Relationships (4/4)

(via fuckyeahjosswhedon)

11AM

msyorke:

Instead of getting pictures of thom’s kids can we just get pictures of this hot maaaan

(via msyorke)

August262014

sarabatikha:

What didn’t kill me made me feel like a piece of shit for months.

(Source: autotrophe, via oswinyoswaldy)

1PM
1PM

(Source: bowieforlife, via weirdfishe)

August252014

(Source: highrelease, via msyorke)

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