I Was Good. I Was Really Good.

we are all want some of nana b’s spaghetti

Enjolras: Wow, the stars are beautiful.

Grantaire: Yeah, they are.

Enjolras: You know what else is beautiful?

Grantaire, blushing: What?

Courfeyrac, from behind them: Me.

Edie Sedgwick, 1965

Credit: @juliehangart

always kind of funny when you wake up from a dream and your first thought is "that symbolism was kind of heavy-handed wasn't it."

how do you talk to a boy without asking him if he hates his father

sent from telephone

every morning i wake up feeling like i will never have a normal relationship with femininity, no matter how hard i try, because there will always be a little voice in my head telling me i'm not enough of something - not feminine enough, not masculine enough, not trendy, unique, interesting enough. and yet i'm too much - too feminine, too masculine, too superficial, strange, off-putting. it makes me feel like i'm a failure of a girl, since i should be x and y and z in order to be taken seriously, by women, men, by anyone at all. anyways what do you guys think about pirates

shut up