woods-baby:

drying chamomile from my garden

woods-baby:

drying chamomile from my garden

(Source: woods-baby)



violentsaturdays:

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! | Russ Meyer | 1965


grant-kendrell:

destroy the notion that someone’s mental health is what makes them evil.

destroy the notion that mental illnesses make bad people.

destroy the notion that you can’t be an outright awful person without being mentally ill.

destroy the notion that neurotypical people can do no harm.

destroy ableism.

(Source: treeboa)


nihileigh:

When we live in a world where you can access free content of naked consenting women in less than 5 seconds, why are people still invading the privacy of non-consenting women for nudes?

Hint: It has something to do with people feeling entitled to making any woman their personal porn, even if it violates or humiliates her in the process.


queenofattolia:

daddyhyung:

I’m done with abs. I know what abs look like. I’ve seen plenty. Plenty of arms too. Bring on the thighs. I want bare thighs. I’m bored. Bring me male idols in booty shorts and skin tight leggings. Free the thighs. Free them.


(Source: otakughost)


thecreepylittlegirl:

Twoey x Creepylittlegirl
Buy this flower crown Here
Buy this top Here

thecreepylittlegirl:


Twoey x Creepylittlegirl

Buy this flower crown Here

Buy this top Here



Idk if I should cosplay Booker at ECCC or just fem spock


If I was dating you, we'd watch so much Star Trek and X-Files on Netflix while we cuddled and I'd bake you some hella rad snacks. We'd even go out and watch the stars and tell spooky stories.
Anonymous

That sounds absolutely dreamy


sohmie:

This is very much a WIP and I hope to continue it. I want people’s thoughts, though — if it should just stand alone or be some sort of series.

A work-in-progress: Scully visits Mulder after a week-long manic episode

He had left the office bleary eyed and disheveled, the case etched in his face with a violence Scully had not seen since Roche.

And so she waited.

It would take Mulder one night to cool off, to pace his apartment and relive the investigation. He would calculate steps he could have taken, clues he should have noticed earlier, ways he could have saved at least one of the girls. Another two nights for him to sleep, his mind warping memories into a nightmarish form where he would rise in a cold sweat fumbling for water and an aspirin, only to collapse back into a deep sleep.

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undefined-places:

BASQUIAT - Horn Players, 1983

undefined-places:

BASQUIAT - Horn Players, 1983