arachnocat:

remember when I “Elsa’d” my hair
remember when my hair was long enough to “Elsa”

I want to learn how to makeup like this!

arachnocat:

remember when I “Elsa’d” my hair

remember when my hair was long enough to “Elsa”

I want to learn how to makeup like this!


this artist is a watercolor masterrrr!

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Mama
Shannon And The Clams

bummerfriends:

Mama, Shannon and the Clams


It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?   (via samardic)

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Sleep Talk
Shannon And The Clams
Sleep Talk

Shannon And The Clams - Sleep Talk

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French teacher: okay now say something in french
Me: Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire : l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça? Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe ? Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent

d-iaphane:

Vincent van Gogh, Roses details

d-iaphane:

Vincent van Gogh, Roses details

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Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it.

Epigraphs from Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events as tweets

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Gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via ancient-serpent)

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