27
Jun
They pledged their allegiance and professed their faith but he would not consent to suffering them. He too had followed giants in his youth; he had also known better lies.
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27
Jun
They pledged their allegiance and professed their faith but he would not consent to suffering them. He too had followed giants in his youth; he had also known better lies.
18
May
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12
Apr
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30
Jan
I would definitely say the night has been a success. Though it also looked a bit like this:

awwwwww yeeeeeeeeea
20
Jan
why are all of these amazing gifs on my dash omfg
ps, gpoy AT DA CLUBZ
Actually, this was me at rehearsal tonight. NO LIE COME AT ME BRO
18
Jan
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
Sylvia Plath (via tulletulle) (via comingonstrong)
HOLY SHIT WHY IS THIS MY LIFE ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW CAUSE ANGELA YOU KNOW WHY GOOD GOD UGH UGH UGHHHHH
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15
Jan
On the outside you’re like:
But on the inside you’re like:
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Rockin’ my beats with a poker face. Basically my entire experience as I was in transit ALL FUCKING DAY. Planes, trains, and automobiles. Seriously. Exhausted.
01
Jan
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you’ve lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke its thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right-winged vision and its cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers’ blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise,
You, my love, are allowed to have time,
You, my love, are allowed to understand,
You, my love, are allowed to love,
Woman disobey,
When little men believe,
You, my love, are Rebellion.
Posted this on 22 November, but it’s time to move this baby up to the present. There’s so much to think back on, but so much more to look forward to. I’ve got to keep that in mind and I’ve got to keep my spirits up. Happy New Year’s to all, and good night.
06
Dec
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Harry Potter and the one with Radiohead and David Tennant Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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29
Nov
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