lupinqueen:

oops i dropped candy on my cat #fauxpaw

qpadvice:

Hello! Recently, I was surprised by the amount of people who come into our askbox asking about how to start a QPP with someone. Usually, the answer is “I don’t know! It depends on the person.” But this might help those of you that are shy and are not sure where to start. It can also serve as an ice-breaker.
I tried to be as broad as possible on a tiny sheet on paper. Feel free to edit it, make changes, etc. :) I have a higher-res PNG version if you need it. Just contact me! (chekhovandowl)

qpadvice:

Hello! Recently, I was surprised by the amount of people who come into our askbox asking about how to start a QPP with someone. Usually, the answer is “I don’t know! It depends on the person.” But this might help those of you that are shy and are not sure where to start. It can also serve as an ice-breaker.

I tried to be as broad as possible on a tiny sheet on paper. Feel free to edit it, make changes, etc. :) I have a higher-res PNG version if you need it. Just contact me! (chekhovandowl)

(Source: decayingleafs)

antipahtico:

Dancing with Fairies ~ Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens ~ Arthur Rackham

antipahtico:

Dancing with Fairies ~ Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens ~ Arthur Rackham

lovingsylvia:

Sylvia Plath reads The Ghost’s Leavetaking, written 1958

 Enter the chilly no-man’s land of about
 Five o’clock in the morning, the no-color void
 Where the waking head rubbishes out the draggled lot
 Of sulfurous dreamscapes and obscure lunar conundrums
 Which seemed, when dreamed, to mean so profoundly much,

 Gets ready to face the ready-made creation
 Of chairs and bureaus and sleep-twisted sheets.
 This is the kingdom of the fading apparition,
 The oracular ghost who dwindles on pin-legs
 To a knot of laundry, with a classic bunch of sheets

 Upraised, as a hand, emblematic of farewell.
 At this joint between two worlds and two entirely
 Incompatible modes of time, the raw material
 Of our meat-and-potato thoughts assumes the nimbus
 Of ambrosial revelation. And so departs.

 Chair and bureau are the hieroglyphs
 Of some godly utterance wakened heads ignore:
 So these posed sheets, before they thin to nothing,
 Speak in sign language of a lost otherworld,
 A world we lose by merely waking up.

 Trailing its telltale tatters only at the outermost
 Fringe of mundane vision, this ghost goes
 Hand aloft, goodbye, goodbye, not down
 Into the rocky gizzard of the earth,
 But toward a region where our thick atmosphere

 Diminishes, and God knows what is there.
 A point of exclamation marks that sky
 In ringing orange like a stellar carrot.
 Its round period, displaced and green,
 Suspends beside it the first point, the starting

 Point of Eden, next the new moon’s curve.
 Go, ghost of our mother and father, ghost of us,
 And ghost of our dreams’ children, in those sheets
 Which signify our origin and end,
 To the cloud-cuckoo land of color wheels

 And pristine alphabets and cows that moo
 And moo as they jump over moons as new
 As that crisp cusp towards which you voyage now.
 Hail and farewell. Hello, goodbye. O keeper
 Of the profane grail, the dreaming skull.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

 Sylvia PlathThe Collected Poems (via the-wolfs-girl)

(Source: feellng)

violentwavesofemotion:

Jenny Schecter, from The L Word (S.2, Ep.9: “Late, Later, Latent”)

kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

stupidstinky:

I’m disgusting and sad

…to endure,
somehow to endure.

sleepyqueer:

maliceinbraaaiiins:

Tool - Ticks & Leeches

Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
'Cause this is what you're getting.

I hope, I hope, I hope you choke

I’m feelin this today.

red-lipstick:

Albert Aublet (French, 1851-1938) - Selene, 1880     Paintings: Oil on Canvas 

red-lipstick:

Albert Aublet (French, 1851-1938) - Selene, 1880     Paintings: Oil on Canvas 

(Source: artnet.com)

What i say: I have anxiety
What most people think i said: I am awkward but cute awkward and shy.
What people assume: I am imagining illnesses to justify my lifestyle and personality.
What i actually mean: I live in a constant fear. I worry about the past, current or future situations, i have stomach and head pains all the time, tachycardia and awful panic attacks that include heart palpitations, and breathing problems. I suffer everyday and not only in "stressful situations". I think so much before i do something and eventually i don't do it at all, so people think i am lazy. I suffer from insomnia. I sweat to the idea of having to interact with people. I don't use the word anxiety to justify anything or to make myself look cool. It's a mental disorder, i have to live with it and find ways to control the symptoms. It is not a trend. Many people around the world actually suffer from this disorder. Accept those who have it and help them, don't judge them, don't joke about it. NEVER.

shirleychisholmproject:

Shirley Chisholm on how she wants to be remembered [x]