1. reppyy:

    This is my tns gif n. 1.000 and I’m so happy I can celebrate making the cutest gif ever… like… look at them… I want to cry… they are so precious and so nice and cute and I’m so proud of them… after all of those years I’m happy to see Sara cuddling the statue and Tegan get emotional and them giggling nervously like kids… and thanks each other, I think it’s the biggest thank they needed to give, for being there, for being strong and for not giving up… I love them so much

    so so so proud and happy… really :)
    They deserved it 

    (via chapterthirteenth)

     

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  3. feeelinganxious:

    And this inspired me to do something crazy and start my own fanfiction!

    Plus, I would like to credit the author of the drawing, so if you know who it is please tell me!

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9802148/1/Delirium

     

    (Source: laurascottiescott, via feeelinganxious)

     
  4. gambino-on-fire:

    lordlurk:

    jordynsthemeswimming:

    nurselex:

    earthlooksbetterfromthestars:

    interminable-douleur:

    "Everything in my head went quiet. 

    All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

    When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

    Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
    Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
    Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
    Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
    Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
    But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
    Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
    the eyelash on her cheek- 
    the eyelash on her cheek. 
    I knew I had to talk to her. 
    I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
    She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
    On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
    But she loved it. 
    She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
    She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
    When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
    I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
    when she talked- 
    when she talked- 
    when she talked; 
    when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
    At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
    She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
    But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
    That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
    When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
    When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
    And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
    She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
    How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
    Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
    I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
    Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
    I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
    And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
    I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
    How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
    How she blows out candles- 
    blows out candles- 
    blows out candles- 
    blows out candles- 
    blows out-…. 
    Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
    I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
    I want her back so bad.. 
    I leave the door unlocked. 
    I leave the lights on. ”

    The most perfect and horrific thing.

    I reblog this every single time I apologize

    The pain this makes me feel…every damn time

    every time i read/watch this i get all emotional sigh

    Well god damn..

    Fuck…

    (Source: edgarwrights, via mariekemmmh)

     

  5. "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back."
    — Albert CamusThe Stranger (via sorakeem)

    (Source: thegreatgracie, via losing-every-extra-pound)

     
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  7. be-something-someday:

    High quality version.

    Video x

    Download x

    Photo Credit x

    (Source: emitation, via safetytess)

     
  8. My love, my love, my love, she keeps me warm (x)

    (Source: canadiquin, via chapterthirteenth)

     
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  10. cocoku:

    fuckyeahfemmes:

    "Femininity has been presented as something that’s artificial and masculinity is something that’s authentic, and even in a lot of feminist discourse until recently, femininity was seen as something that was artificial and fake. So there is this fear of feminine that we see in a lot of different aspects of culture that is punished. That’s a part of patriarchy. In a lot of ways we can’t talk about homophobia and transphobia, without talking about patriarchy.”

    - Laverne Cox

    Read the full interview here, via Gawker.

    Jesus, she is a breath of fresh air.

    (Source: iamkiam, via hereperishing)