The moon is hiding in her hair.

Kelsey Anne. Lover of all things good. Future librarian. Writer. English major. The ink on my skin tells the tales my mouth can not weave into words. Ephesians 2:8: Sola Gratia // Grace Alone ~ Solus Christus // Christ Alone
~ Monday, October 20 ~
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vinolips:

you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.


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My alone feels so good. I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
— Warsan Shire (via armedwithink)

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smitethepatriarchy:

holymashedpotatoesbatman:

klinki:

self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything

So go to the doctor and get an actual diagnosis?

Why don’t poor people just buy more money?

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revedas:

THIS WAS SUCH A GREAT JOKE

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buxombibliophile:

I’m not a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, I’m a Raving Harpy Nightmare Woman.


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If this isn’t an entrance to a fairy world then I don’t know what is…

Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland, April 2014

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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via victoriajoan)

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rock-flag-and-jerkface:

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

they both look a little nervous about what the other one might write

then just the biggest smiles when they are reassured yet again how much they just love each other

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This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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~ Sunday, October 19 ~
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taylorswift:

dancinroundthekitchen:

dancinroundthekitchen:

how did it go from track 5 to track 11?? you okay taylor????

was it becky taylorswift

SPICING THINGS UP!


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Taylor Swift | Riptide

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cazowi:

Parks and Rec Ice Cream Print by Tyler Feder

cazowi:

Parks and Rec Ice Cream Print by Tyler Feder


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I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
— note to self  (via bl-ossomed)

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