I think my eyes are the colour of the ocean. Not the amazing blue you see on postcards or in films, but that murky green colour of the English Channel. A sea that’s not quite grey or green, but not blue either.
NICOLE ;
Katie Makkai, a poetry slammer, discusses “pretty”.
“This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath the tyranny of those 2 pretty syllables. About men wallowing on bar stools, drearily practising attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crest-fallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.”
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Reblog if you’ll answer anything in your ask right now.
LOL because people totally ask me stuff….
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“ The Gods have no mercy. That’s why they’re Gods.
Cersei Lannister, Game of Thrones (via longhardroadoutofhell)
You know what really grinds my gears? People who text you to a point where you wish they’d stop. But then they stop texting, and you become paranoid that something has changed, or that you’ve done something wrong. Either that or you just flat out miss them texting you.
I’ve lost the will to eat. It wasn’t really a concious decision. I’m not restricting myself. I just don’t enjoy eating these days.
Pringles have a perfect texture
I said on New Years that I wasn’t going to cry at all in 2012, but this year I’ve cried more than any other year I can think of.
Uniting the Planet for a Journey to Another Star
Former astronaut Mae Jemison (and living legend) will spearhead the audacious 100 Year Starship plan to send mankind on an interstellar adventure.
Arnulf Rainer - Death Masks, 1978
