May 2013
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When I decide to regain control of my life
whatshouldwecallme:
Expectation:
Reality:
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sansastarkies:
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Half of the Avengers arent' Superheros.
Christian: I don't think Batman is a superhero, he has no superpowers.
Meghan: Well... by that logic... Iron Man isn't a super hero either.
Christian: Yeah, I guess he's not.
Meghan: What about Hawkeye... and Black Widow?
Christian: No, I guess they're not either.
Meghan: So by that logic, half of the Avengers aren't superheros....
Christian: OH FUCK YOU.
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cucumberbatchin:
Sometimes I get ‘readers-block’, like I can’t read anything to save my life, I’ll start 10 books and stop each after seven pages because all I’ll want is to already have read that book and not actually read it and I won’t be able to focus at all and it pains me so much.
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Instead of focusing on what’s been lost, think of all there is to gain in it’s place.
I’m going to miss my friends.
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Me: Do you watch Game of Thrones?
Friend: No thats for nerds
Me:
Friend:
Me: I am Daenarys Stormborn
Friend: No you're no-
Me: of the House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyeria
Friend: I don't know wha-
Me: I am the dragon's daughter
Friend: But you're not a gir-
Me: I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT IS MINE WITH FIRE AND BLOOD
TRYING TO MAKE THINGS WORK WITH AN EX
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IT’S LIKE:
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For a feminist, I sure have let too many men define how I feel about myself.
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Something I wrote...
The Dawn of Battle
They could all feel the dawn coming. The way the men knelt in the grass, heads down, resting hands atop the hilts of their swords. The way the horses shifted nervously as their handlers fit them into barding… even the wind died down, letting the trees sit in silent memory of the coming day. The way that the pale, hushed and murky fog settled across the land, waiting to be...
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Of all sad words of mouth or pen, the saddest are these: it might’ve been.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
january 2013: this shall be my year
may 2013: well, shit
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The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular...
– Charles L. Morgan