Favorite Otps/Pairings: Max Richman & Zoey Clarke (Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist) “I Was Spending

‘ID: excerpt from ‘Mayakovsky” a poem by Frank O’Hara

“Now I am quietly waiting for  the catastrophe of my personality  to seem beautiful again,”]

#married

Greta Thunberg

Guardian News: “‘You have stolen my dreams and my childhood with your empty words,’ climate activist Greta Thunberg has told world leaders at the 2019 UN climate action summit in New York.”

Yellowjackets Season 1 | Episode 9

Happy Eretria (◕‿◕✿)

"are you team green or team black on house of the drago-" i'm on the girls team. all the women on the show deserve to be picked up and transported to a place far far away from the pathetic little men on this show. all of the girls are valid and right. i will defend all of them to the death

I love my body, I feel like a woman in this body. This body fits me. It feels right. And I don’t need or want to change it. Love your lumps ladies! They are fabulous and so are you.

“I think I know why you’re so hell-bent on finding Jasper, why you’re always taking care of everybody else. You couldn’t save your father.”

  i. i never fucking loved you. i told you i did, told you i did so much and i never meant it. told you i’d die without you / didn’t know what to do without you / couldn’t live without you. i lied through my teeth. gritted teeth, red lips, & me, lying to you. making you feel good. me, leaving. making you feel so, so bad.

  ii. i loved seeing you break like that. so willing, so pretty – so desperate to fall in love. so i turned myself pretty for you / nice for you / perfect for you. and then i cracked your spine. sticky, wet tear trails on your rosebud cheeks, gasps as your heart shattered. i never loved you but seeing you wrecked, torn in half? perfect.

  iii. here is the truth: i am a heartless murderer and i get off to destruction. you, wondering: why? asking, don’t you miss me? begging, please? a ballet dancer, spinning around in this web of lies. this web of i love yous. the truth hurts, doesn’t it? here, listen closely, let me whisper this in your ear: i never loved you, but there, when you were lying on the bathroom floor, sobbing—there, i almost did.

CONFESSIONS, by esther liv