here’s a link to the leaked nudes if anyone wants them

or more accurately, here’s a link to a guardian article explaining that you’re a sack of shit if you seek out and look at those photos because it is a violation of their privacy 

if the living garbage pile that is the hacker that tore apart these people’s privacy posted their private pictures online and no one looked, responded, or cared to perpetuate the sick mentality wanting to see the private photos of celebrities, then we wouldn’t have a problem. the reason that assholes keep doing this is because it gets attention. stop giving it attention. stop perpetuating the cycle. read the guardian or the bbc or any respectable news organization if you want to keep up on what happened and the legal action that the celebrities might be taking against the hacker, as well as the investigation. do NOT seek out the images. do NOT click anywhere that might be posting them, do not support those websites

Tell me the one about the monster girl.

I took the nail scissors to the ends of my hair
already shorter than you had ever seen on me
and you walked (all-but ran, if I’m honest my love)
to me, panicking; you thought I had lost my mind.
Sitting, cross-legged, my bare, dirty feet on the clean
white sheets, ruining them, while dead
split ends fell onto the covers around me,
so small you could hardly tell they were there.

I smiled up at you
my lips chapped and cracked,
split and coppery
and I thought
this is what it would be to live a monster.
Blood on my tongue and fear in your eyes
because we do not speak the same language.
My orange
is not your orange
and my hands
are not yours.

I want to hear about the monster girl,
I never asked my mother.



What if you got the power to talk to animals but it turned out that animals are all aggressively Christian and keep trying to get you to come to youth group





And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

screencap meme alice morgan + silhouette
(requested by starchesnimrod)



burned my hand curling my hair today

worth it

omg are you even real



The Events in Ferguson will one day make a great movie for white people to feel guilty about and give an academy award to

and the story will revolve around a white journalist who ultimately realizes that wow, we’re all human


  • Do not forget Michael Brown
  • Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
  • Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
  • Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
  • Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
  • Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
  • Do not forget Ferguson 


I think I found the inspiration for my next #tattoo #halfsleeve


Sometimes body modification is just a way of telling yourself “this is still my house, I paint the walls and and I hang the art because I’m the one who owns it”


if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you


"Muse"_Excellent work by Benjamin Victor.1979.US


natasza stark, she was such a quiet girl, we barely knew her





a flower a day keeps the bad thoughts away


god this is perfect timing i just wrote about this