craftygeekstar:

anotherlongstoryshort:

infraredphaeton:

cumberbabegonehiddlestoned:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

my-tardis-sense-is-tingling:

hipster-trichster:

spookodactyl:

scareahmanning:

JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL

WILDCATS

THERE’LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE

MAMA JUST KILLED A MAN

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

I AIN’T NO HOLLABACK GIRL

IT’S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE

COMING OUTTA MY CAGE

LET IT GO

(via ive-been-john-watsoned)

Just Another Glass


It’s just a glass

It’s just a glass

It’s just the shattering I hear through two walls

It’s just a piece of me spread out in pieces on the floor

It’s just the prick on my finger from a shard that draws blood

It’s just the cut that exposes the previously dormant ocean

It’s just the explosion that causes my lips to tremor like an earthquake

It’s just the memories of a once solid form broken apart

It’s just a glass

It’s just a glass

It’s just another glass

chadleymacguff:

someone bout to get unfriended

(Source: dramaisthenewblack, via somedudeguyright)

archiecomics:

#banbossy

archiecomics:

#banbossy

(via marinasbooobs)

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What do Beyoncé, Condoleezza Rice & Jane Lynch have in common? They’ve committed to ban the word bossy. Watch this Lifetime PSA to hear why. Pledge to #banbossy at banbossy.com.

Y u get my hopes up, Activity?

Y u get my hopes up, Activity?

Bad Places


Sometimes I am in a bad place

But I am actually in a good place

Like where I sit, where I move

It is a very well-to-do place

But where I breathe, where I cry

It is shattered and dark and scary

I am in a place of uncertainty

And it is creeping into my good place

It is finding places to adhere itself to the walls

It is rising from my stomach

And encapsulating my heart

It is tensing up my shoulders

It is dragging me away

The light in my good place is certain

I see pictures of me and my friends

And painting and drawings

And empty tea cups and perfume

Sometimes I get lost

I forget how to get back to the good place

I forget how remind myself I am in control

I can take back my direction

I can stay in good places

I can leave the bad places behind

But somehow never before

I work myself up

Or I lose nights of sleep

I don’t like it.

I just want it to be good.

Snowflakes in the City


It can’t be anything less

Than coordinated chaos

Choreographed much like

Strangers on the sidewalks

All with differing trajectories

All sharing the same space

As seen from a window

It seems they all come

From a place unknown

A blank white sky

And they just appear

All unique as they say

Floating, rushing, searching

Flying and falling at the same time

And they just keep coming

Tiny spots of grey

In a great grey world

Half-masked


Half of my work

Sits in the back of a small notebook

The letters lined uniformly

In small boxes.

For some reason I had the urge to cry

Halfway through the picture

I was coloring.

It was just six colors

In an arrangement of double crosses.

I think I just want to be held

For a long time.

I know in the long run

Everything will be okay,

But sometimes it’s hard to breathe

And sometimes I just get sad.

I remember sad things

In between the happy.

The uncertainty scares me

More than it has before.

Is the structure I have enough,

Enough to keep me up?

Enough to let me sleep?

Nothing seems substantial.

I think I have some uncovering

Left to do.