Duane Michals, Things Are Queer, 1973

Florence Welch’s cozy home 

The Loneliness of Science Fiction

Interstellar (2014, dir. Christopher Nolan)

The Martian (2015, dir. Ridley Scott)

Annihilation (2018, dir. Alex Garland) 

Blade Runner 2049 (2017, dir. Denis Villeneuve) 

Arrival (2016, dir. Denis Villeneuve)

best tv bromances

scott + stiles | teen wolf

jake + charles | brooklyn 99

jim + dwight | the office

otis + eric | sex education

liam + mason | teen wolf

ruby + cesar | on my block

dustin + steve | stranger things

hitchcock + scully | brooklyn 99

damon + enzo | the vampire diaries

terry + raymond | brooklyn 99

just guys being dudes

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The Last Words Of Famous Writers

When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.

Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.

Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.

J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”

L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”

Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”

Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”

Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”

Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”

Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”

Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”

Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.

Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.

Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”

Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”

Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”

Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”

Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.

H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”

W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.

Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.

Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”

George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”

Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”

James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”

Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.” 

Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.

Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”

Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”

Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”

You know what's even better than having sex with kinky men? Corrupting vanilla men into becoming kinky.

Like sending him pics during the day of me in lingerie, texting him the things I wish he would do to me. I tease him for days, but never make a move, until he comes home so aroused he can't even breathe or think and he just throws me onto the bed and...

But he apologises afterwards. He didn't mean to be so rough.

So I guide his hand on my pussy and say, "See how wet I am? That's what you do to me. It was so fucking hot when you did that, baby."

Showing up to his work in a trench coat, lingerie and a smile. He will tell me I shouldn't be here at first, that we shouldn't be doing this, but he soon shuts up as I get down on my knees and worship his cock in his bosses office. The entire time his cock is in my mouth, I'm telling him how beautiful his cock is, how good it tastes, how wet I am just from sucking on his cock. He watches as I touch myself, moaning around his cock, how my face changes when I cum with his cock in my mouth. And then when he is ready, I swallow every drop, sucking like my life depends on it as he holds onto the wall for dear life, moaning out my name over and over again. I'll kiss his cheek and thank him for letting me do that before I leave.

He spanks me once, on accident, and I cry out. He apologizes thinking he hurt me. But then I turn to him with blushing cheeks, "Don't apologize, I think I liked it. Is that okay?"

Soon, he can't stop thinking about me, about the faces I make when his hands are on me. The thought of me on my knees, and he tells me he likes it too.

That's when he comes home with toys he wants to try out on me, and he can't help but smack my ass as hard as he can everytime he walks by me as im washing the dishes because he loves the noises I make when he does.

He starts doing research, comes home saying "I wanna try this but I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay, baby. We will come up with a word that I can say during that tells you that It hurts too much and we need to stop."

"Great idea!"

One day he can't hold himself back anymore, and commands me to get onto my knees.

I reply with a "Yes, Sir" and a smile.

Then, I'll finally see it.

The darkness inside of him he's been hiding. The things he has always wanted to do but shame or fear kept them hidden. Then, it will be me who is afraid. Afraid of what he will do to me but also... the exhilaration of what he might do to me.

That's when I will know he is mine.

When he won't be able to cum without my mouth or my hand. When he won't be able to have sex with anyone without wanting to choke them or call them a dirty little whore. When foreplay turns into spanking and spitting.

He won't be able to have vanilla missionary sex anymore with anyone. He will be my toy and I will fulfill his every fantasy everyday until the end of my days.

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The older I get,

the more I see

how women are described

as having gone mad

when what they’ve actually become

is knowledgeable

and powerful

and fucking furious.

- Sophie Heawood