so I was shopping for underwear online and this appears
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French photographer Pascal Pierrou shoots pictures of modern girls. His inspiration for the series was Andy Warhols ‘Factory’ which was popular in the 60s in New York.
Aly Antorcha by L.A. Wright
From the series Let Them Eat Cake
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.
this is both a moment i’ve always wanted to see on Teen Wolf and never wanted to see on Teen Wolf
my entire body is disintegrating
gym, tan, lycanthropy – teen wolf meets the jersey shore
one of your favorite celebrities could be masturbating right now
"Film is an avenue that I really want to explore more. I’ve learned that my personality is quite impulsive and spontaneous, so the idea that I could play a character for six months and then play something else immediately after is really appealing to me."
it’s so amusing how offended people get when you’re comfortable with yourself. it’s been so great over the past few months watching people love themselves more. i love selfies and nudes and i love when girls call themselves queens and act like they’re the hottest thing on the planet and if anyone calls you self centered or pretentious blow them the biggest kiss and carry on.
now i need a ficlet of stiles being a “weird” waiter like this dude:
I won a giveaway from dylanships and Rena wrote a ficlet based on this :’]
I’m not fearless. I’m terrified, I’m always terrified.
ALLISON ARGENT IS A DAMN HUMAN BEING IM SO TIRED OF THIS FANDOM TREATING HER AS IF SHE’S SOME SUBPAR HUMAN BEING THAT DOESN’T DESERVE LOVE OR RESPECT OF UNDERSTANDING THIS GIRL LOST THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT FEMALE FIGURES WITHIN TWO MONTHS AND HAD ONE MOMENT TO SHOW HOW IT AFFECTED HER ONE MOMENT SHE’S BEEN KIDNAPPED BY HER OWN FATHER TO TEACH HER A LESSON SHE’S BEEN SHOVED INTO THE SUPERNATURAL BRAINWASHED BY HER FAMILY MANIPULATED BY HER FAMILY DONE THINGS THAT WILL PROBABLY HAUNT HER FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE AND SHE’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO APOLOGIZE SHE’S TRIED SO HARD TO BE STRONG AND BRAVE AND KEEP HER HEAD UP AND BE THERE FOR THE PEOPLE SHE FEELS AS IF SHE’S FAILED SHE’S TRIED SO HARD BUT SHE’S A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL SHE’S STRUGGLING WITH DEALING WITH THE FACT THAT HER MOTHER IS DEAD AND SHE’S OPENED UP THIS DOOR IN HER MIND TO SAVE HER FATHER’S LIFE HER AUNT BETRAYED HER TRUST AND THEN SHE WATCHED HER THROAT BEING RIPPED OUT BY THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN TORTURING HER BOYFRIEND FOR WEEKS- IF NOT MONTHS ALLISON ARGENT DOESN’T DESERVE THE BULLSHIT THIS FANDOM THROWS AT HER LOOK AT THE WAY SHE BREAKSDOWN- THE WAY HER WHOLE BODY CONVULSES BECAUSE SHE DOESNT WANT TO LET IT OUT SHE’S EVEN MAD AT HERSELF FOR BREAKING DOWN BECAUSE OH THERE GOES ALLISON AGAIN BEING WEAK SHE CAN’T HANDLE BEING THE LEADER OF THE ARGENTS SHE CAN’T EVEN HANDLE HER EMOTIONS ALLISON ARGENT WHO QUESTIONS WHETHER OR NOT SHE’S GOOD ENOUGH OR BRAVE ENOUGH OR STRONG ENOUGH TO BE THE GIRL- THE WOMAN- EVERYONE EXPECTS HER TO BE AND THIS ONE MOMENT IN A SMALL SPACE WITH THE ONE OTHER PERSON WHO’S REALLY SEEN HER BREAK AND THEN COVER IT UP IS THE ONE TIME SHE CAN REALLY LET IT ALL OUT AND LET HERSELF BE A SCARED TEENAGED GIRL WHO MAY BE LOSING A GUY SHE REALLY LIKES AND IS SCARED THAT THEY MIGHT HAVE TO KILL ONE OF HER BEST FRIENDS ALLISON ARGENT BEING TREATED AS A HUMAN BEING SOMETHING THAT THE FANDOM SEEMS TO FORGET BECAUSE BEING A HUNTER DOESN’T MAKE YOU ANY LESS HUMAN (shehunters)
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?
The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?
Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”
No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.