naniithran

parisianarchitects:

The idea of a slut was created by men who think they own women and is supported by women who think they belong to men. 

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leilockheart
becauseianswer
Maps, with every name translated, back through the local tongue, into English.
Suddenly both poetic and prosaic, at once.
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Wow so my mom’s headshots came out awfully. I feel so bad for her because she’s paying a lot for them and they’re really terrible. She’s such a beautiful woman, but these professional shots make her look bloated, puffy, old, and washed out. This guy really didn’t capture her face at any good angle, and her hair was straightened so she doesn’t even look like herself; she has hair like Alex Kingston. Ugh, whatever.

jolieing
jewlzz23
hobbithouses
So I need to tell you about my dream last night.

Spent the night at Callie’s house, right? Okay, yeah. So apparently in my dream I was the newest member of the X-Men. I was fitting in tremendously, making friends with the other mutants, learning shit about mutant stuff, serving as a metaphor for the equality movement, and all that jazz. Life couldn’t be better.

And suddenly everyone’s yelling at me, “Hey, let’s go fight crime!” Alright, guys, let me suit up and I’ll be right behind you. Then as I’m trying to find my costume, I realize that I don’t know which one is mine. Because I don’t even know my superhero name. Actually, I don’t even know my own superpower. I haven’t used it so far. I thought maybe seeing one of the suits might spur my memory, but nothing’s come to mind.

I’m really stressed out at this point. Nearly having a panic attack in the dream and sweating in real life. So, dreaming, I get on the Internet and Google myself, hoping to find out my superhero name. So I find my blog but there’s nothing about joining the X-Men or my powers because, well, secret identities and whatnot.

I really don’t know what to do at this point until I remember that I’m asleep next to Callie. So I consciously wake up with the purpose to ask Callie what my superpower is. She’d apparently already woken up, and it wasn’t until as I started to walk down the stairs to look for her that I realized I wasn’t a mutant.

I just got done telling this to David and he could only say “Yeah, this is a dream you would have.” And I have had dreams similar to this. Many times before.

Yeah.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] Yuna's Ballad by Noriko Matsueda & Takahito Eguchi
My love.
hemingweigh
Watching Lord of The Rings: Return of The King:
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Tacos.
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