women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)

blasting my silly little music and creating my silly little daydreams so i don’t lose my silly little mind

we need more men in eyeliner always

i'll never be fully offline because online is where the awesome women thinkers from around the world congregate to share little details about their days and what they're interested in

'why r you smiling at your phone' cool girls from tumblr interacting with me mind ur business

i personally think gifmaking should be a paid marketing strategy and gifmakers should be given special hd files through legal channels by networks in order to ensure proper promotion of their show with minimum effort on their part

Paperbacks should be $1 and hardcovers should be $2

people complaining that any critique of a thing they like ruins it for them is such a skill issue. personally i can spend 10 hours a day critiquing the things i like and still enjoy them passionately and wholeheartedly

i think it is ok for me to stay in bed all day because i am sexy

people are so used to online content being curated for their consumption that they forget tumblr isn’t like that… this is my diary. I don’t post for other people. if you find the stuff I post depressing or annoying or too much or u don’t agree or whatever whatever…. that’s fine it’s not For You? it’s for me. there is no audience I’m performing for. feel free to unfollow me if u don’t like, I’m not a carefully crafted online persona I’m a real person

eyeliner was created for dark-eyed dark-haired men

"Kill them with kindness" wrong. 5th level lightning bolt

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

To be authentically kind you need to be a little bit of a hater sometimes

to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be

not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing

letting my stories spin around my head like a microwave

I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life