mynineteenthtry: colour revolt | our names ties...
Following the example of a friend of mine, I’m considering starting a blog to keep track of my artwork; paintings, sketches, etc. I’ve also been thinking of keeping a personal, day-to-day blog as a kind of online journal/place to write…because it seems that lately this blog has been bogged down both by my personal life and my various political opinions. I’d still like to...
Raise your hand if you could use about ten cigarettes and a liter of whiskey.
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...– Ernest Hemingway
when you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than...– _why (courtesy of ecbp:)
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” - John Green
most of us have used hearts.
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britticisms: We’ve failed a generation of women. We’ve failed a generation of men. That’s the only thing I can take from this. We’ve told women that they don’t matter. We’ve told them that their bodies are up for debate. We’ve told them that their voices are nothing. We’ve told men that this is alright, that violence is okay, that anger is the appropriate emotion for frustration. What else is...
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” -John Keats
Conversations my Mother has with my Little Sister:
Georgia: What time is Veronica getting up?
My mother: Oh, she's getting up early tomorrow because she has a ton of homework to do and rehearsal the next day. Plus her deadline is Tuesday. She's kinda screwed.
Georgia: That seems to happen her a lot.
My mother: Yeah, she does it to herself.
That’s it. I refuse to spend my adulthood in this pathetic excuse for a country. Next stop, Montreal. Or Geneva. Or Paris. Either way…I’m probably going to have to learn a little french.