Tip: This Valentine’s Day, don’t be romantic. Be Romantic! Recite Lord Byron on the edge of a barren cliff! Feel the gusts of the thunderstorm blow through your hair as you sob! Become a reclusive poet who trusts no one and is only seen at 2 am, wandering half-dressed through the streets and muttering in Old High German! Drown your lonely heart in laudanum and die at age 34 of tuberculosis, martyrdom in a small and ill-fated revolution, or wasting away from a disease that makes you look wan but poetic! Forget “forever alone”: You’ll always have your haunting past, your wasted ambitions, and the melancholy of a life unlived to keep you company!
straight girls after watching drag race once
anyone notice how everything started going bad after icarly was cancelled
sometimes i just lose my fucking mind and afterwards i’m like “what the fuck is wrong with me…why am i Like This™” and the answer is always the moon
me: *goes absolutely feral for a few days*
me: why the hell did i do that *checks the lunar calendar and sees the moon’s up to some freaky shit again* ah
literally i LOVE the moon but like is she almost done…like is it over…being unhinged 24/7 like this is so. Exhausting
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Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things.
I’m a feminist, but I’m not one of those hairless, man-loving, straight women. You know, despite its reputation for being all about equality for men, feminism can actually help women too.
im cowboy. why? well now that’s just my little secret
Moon in Scorpio
thsi is terrifying how did you know that
scrooge @ the ghosts: i don’t like this! everything ur showing me makes me super uncomfortable!
all three ghosts:
just a simple girl with a highly detailed and romanticized infatuation with the future that haunts her at night also shopping online