you: hey nice shirt
me: thanks im gay
i wanna look like someone who can cut you but still bakes cookies in her spare time
❝ I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.
Bisexual Frustration: Everyone is Hot and I’m Really Bad at Handling It - my autobiography
awwwwwww this is adorable. I just want to hug her and be like “yeah the struggle is real”
les mis + text posts (inspired by (x))
This week I made an animated chart of butterflies! These are all butterflies that you can find throughout North America, and I picked the 42 that I thought were the most colorful and unique.
You can check out the full sized GIF here or pick up a poster for your room here :)
I JUST PEED MYSELF
MY DOG JUST FREAKED OUT AND I THINK I JUST DIED LAUGHING
my friends and i cant breathe omfg
I’m so sorry but I can’t even right now. THAT WAS SO FUCKING GREAT. JESUS. wait. DEMON
i cant do this anymore, reblogging for a second time
I want to get good grades and go to college and be successful but I also want to watch every episode of every tv show on netflix
❝ I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selfies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
Mercedes Helnwein (b. Vienna, Austria) - Rhonda and Cat, 2013