Ōdī et amō. Quāre id faciam fortasse requīris. Nesciō, sed fierī sentiō et excrucior.

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“There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction…For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.” — Vladimir Nabokov

 

I respect a man that respects me when im not around.

Unknown (via wasbella102)

THIS

Involuntarily Voluntary Apathetic Paralysis. That’s what it is.

if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands

(via solacity)

(Source: anachronica)

Until I started taking my antidepressants, though, I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay. I had no way of knowing that what I thought were just my ingrained bad habits — not being able to deposit checks on time, not replying to totally pleasant emails for long enough that friendships were ruined, having silent meltdowns over getting dressed in the morning, even not going to the bathroom despite really, really, really having to pee — weren’t actually my habits at all. They were the habits of depression, which whoa, holy shit, it turns out I had a raging case of.

unfollowlng:

seenaill:

unfollowlng:

If you think your mom overreacts just remember once my mom cancelled our trip to New York because I refused to eat the meatloaf she made

my mom accused me of selling my birth certificate and social security to the black market when she couldn’t find them

you win

My mom printed out my Tumblr then whipped it out to win an argument.

thisishowyouwin:

ariannagrandeofficial:

big-chicken:

cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way

i like this so much more now that i know that

thisishowyouwin:

ariannagrandeofficial:

big-chicken:

cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way

i like this so much more now that i know that

thefinnishgypsy:

vampire-shadow:

heyfunniest:

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

yay, for five seconds we can ignore who is ‘leading’ us and be proud of fellow aussies

I’m moving to fucking australia 

AUSTRALIA. again.

thefinnishgypsy:

vampire-shadow:

heyfunniest:

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

yay, for five seconds we can ignore who is ‘leading’ us and be proud of fellow aussies

I’m moving to fucking australia 

AUSTRALIA. again.

(Source: ForGIFs.com)