On the shore of the wide world I stand alone...

Till Love and Fame to Nothingess do sink

16 Feb hashpaw:

yourscientistfriend:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better
Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

This took me a second

FUCK ITS BACK

hashpaw:

yourscientistfriend:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better

Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?

No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?

Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?

Well, have you?

Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:

Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

This took me a second

FUCK ITS BACK

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13 Feb pantyboss:

hester-nitsworthy:

the-olive-rogue-of-heart:

wanderrlost:

followmeslut:

I really want this .. No like seriously

Coolest thing I’ve ever seen on Tumblr hands down.

well heres the link…  theyre only 18$ so go crazy

ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE WHAT IT SAYS IN THE CARD??????????????

I would cry if someone got me one of these and it said something cute or romantic

pantyboss:

hester-nitsworthy:

the-olive-rogue-of-heart:

wanderrlost:

followmeslut:

I really want this .. No like seriously

Coolest thing I’ve ever seen on Tumblr hands down.

well heres the link…  theyre only 18$ so go crazy

ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE WHAT IT SAYS IN THE CARD??????????????

I would cry if someone got me one of these and it said something cute or romantic

13 Feb

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10 Aug

I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

Curious Georgiana (via ifonechitiri-g)

(Source: sexistmorons)

20 Jul

maxwelletc:

This looks so beautiful

Finally its coming back. So excited. 

04 Jul

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20 Jun charliemikevictortango417:

xamhx:

FUCK YEAH, SAVE THE EAGLES!

FUCKING THIS OH MY GOD.

charliemikevictortango417:

xamhx:

FUCK YEAH, SAVE THE EAGLES!

FUCKING THIS OH MY GOD.

(Source: best-of-imgur)

27 May

brigantes:

girls on their periods

26 May

(Source: morstahns)

22 May

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