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Karly. California. Feminist dyke that really likes music. My Chemical Romance saved my life.

P.S. I'm a huge dork
Posted on 19th Jun at 12:09 AM, with 32,721 notes
thegirldetective:

this remains to this day one of my favorite panels in homestuck

thegirldetective:

this remains to this day one of my favorite panels in homestuck

Posted on 18th Jun at 11:56 PM, with 2 notes

One of my favorite bits of the fic I’ve written to date:

What are you doing to me?” he mumbles.

            “Shh this is a touching moment,” I remind him. This is obviously a very touching moment.

            “Fine,” Gerard says, poignantly rolling off the couch and crashing on top of me.

Posted on 18th Jun at 11:35 PM, with 2 notes

Whilst writing fanfic

*intense emotional dialogue, things are going to plan*

AND THEN SEX HAPPENED

Posted on 18th Jun at 11:05 PM, with 238 notes

furi0usg3orge:

Black Flag | Rise Above

We are tired of your abuse, try to stop us, its no use

Posted on 18th Jun at 10:56 PM, with 1,474 notes

thefeelingofitall:

La Dispute // Nine

I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference
between attraction and connection.

I can see all of my friends and
I break into empty buildings,
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer,
We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops
At this city-it looked endless.
Guess I still don’t see the difference
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.

And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls,
“We’ll change the world!” We sang,
“We’ll change the world!” But,
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen,
But I still see much more power in that basement
than in heartless politicians.

And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we couldn’t tell the difference
between the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine
on my gravestone when I’m dead.
And when we’re dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song.
To find a better song and sing along



Posted on 18th Jun at 10:51 PM, with 1,109 notes

shallowlungs:

calm—reposed:

The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows (Acoustic) - Brand New

I lie for only you. 
And I lie well. 
Halleluh. 

Posted on 18th Jun at 10:38 PM, with 38,193 notes

hitlersbreastmilk:

do not make decisions at 2 am when you are sad

Posted on 18th Jun at 10:13 PM, with 86 notes

redcorpsebey:

The Biologic Show #0: “No Tomorrow if I Must Return.”

Posted on 18th Jun at 9:59 PM, with 102,312 notes

not-the-answer:

cocaine—kiss:

p3rmitt3d:

therhumboogie:

By Christian Hopkins, this very talented young photographer uses his photography as a true artistic outlet to help with his depression. The whole set of images are just stunning and really draw you in, a perfect example of how art can help a person having a difficult time to express themselves. 

This is too fucking real

the second to last one is just.. I’ve reblogged this so many times but I can’t idly pass it by

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