Today At The Bus Stop, I Saw A Dead Crow And Whispered, “no, Matthias”. Why Am I Doing This To Myself???

the level of unimpressed morgan showed when the actual avengers showed up on her front porch is only achievable if your own dad is both the smartest person on earth but also the strongest avenger

y’all

a mutual of mine

suddenly has posts on their blog

with links to “find women to have sex with”

my mutual is NOT POSTING THESE

tumblr just got even worse

     Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement, the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or—like Boris—is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

— THE GOLDFINCH, Donna Tartt.

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ok but the concept of a rivalry is just so funny. it’s like “i’m literally obsessed with you. you’re the only motherfucker on the planet worth my undivided time and attention. i spend hours planning in detail exactly what i’m going to say and do the next time that we meet. but, like, i fucking hate you.”

“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.”

-Malcolm X (1962)

I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.

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“I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.” - Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming

holiday gift list 2018

a cool sword

some new books

v e n g a n c e 

Oscar Wilde’s blessing before I fight the gods on my own

a nice pen would be cool

The Dark Academia Coat™

a reindeer outfit for my dog (a sweet little cockapoo)

the ability to speak ancient languages with ease. 

the actual spear of Achilles.

maybe some new shoes idk