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Lauren. 19. Live in California. Going to university as a multimedia major. There's a lot of stuff going on in this blog, but for the most part it's pretty organized. I've also got three other sideblogs (lotr, star trek, that 70s show) and the urls are legolasthepegasus setphaserstomediumwelldone and jackieburkart. If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to ask.
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avengersonna:

Just imagine the American version of doctor who

adavism:

me avoiding people.

(via hiddlemydiddle)

spockula:

do you think bucky says “winter is coming” during sex

(via marvel-uos)

gooqueen:

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

(via magicbuffet)

dancybutt:

"what state do you live in?"

constant anxiety

(via missgambit)

opheliaownsyou:

this photo is so important

(Source: bythepowercosmic, via comic-chick)

"I hate so much about the things that you choose to be."

(Source: rosssgeller, via dundermifflinscranton)

schmoyoho:

haleyscomett-art:

I FOUND IT

NO ONE BELIEVED ME WHEN I SAID I HEARD AN ICE CREAM TRUCK DROPIN BEATS DOWN THE STREET

NOW I HAVE A VID TO PROVE IT OMG I’M SO HAPPY I DIDN’T IMAGINE IT YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME

THAT DROP DO

(via marigoldtrigger)

have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?

maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
-R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via thenemeton)

(via comic-chick)

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