spooky bitch

freedom-is-a-breakfast-food

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ‘tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (via fauns)

Source: harold-christ-archive

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cold-never-bothered-me-anyways cold-never-bothered-me-anyways

Arabian Little Red Riding Hood with a red hijab

A Japanese Snow White with her coveted pale skin and shiny black hair

Mexican Cinderella with colorful Mexican glass blown slippers

Greek Beauty and the Beast where Beast is a minotaur

Culture-bent fairy tales that keep key canonical characteristics

kkristoff kkristoff

GIVE ME THESE I M M E D I A T E L Y

britishstarr britishstarr

I AM SO TEMPTED TO DRAW THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

moridash moridash

DRAW THIS

Source: vagabonds-and-troubadours

daiisy-dreamer-deactivated20180

As the bruises fade, the lightning aches.
Last week, making love, you bit me.
Now the blue and dark have gone
and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils,
then paler to become until my body
is all my own and what that ever got me.

Richard Brautigan, “As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches” (via oofpoetry)

Source: oofpoetry quotes

hikingdyke-deactivated20170912

i sat on your porch
crossed legs
hair braided down to my waste
cherry lips
sun tanned face.
You open the door
stepping out handing me a glass of lemonade.
that was the first time I’d been to your house and
we
were already in love.
2 years later,
i wait outside your door,
holding a box full of clothes and records.
i wait for you to come down and hand me my things.
now,
my hair is short,
and I am pale like the line around your finger where the ring i gave you for our 1 year anniversary used to be.
my lips carry the taste of menthol cigarettes,
and you still say im too good for that.
we trade things,
you try to hug me,
but i step away,
almost too fast
and I walk all the way home,
never to see you again.

I cut my bangs today but you’ll never see // 12:39 am (via extrasad)

Source: cynicallys

sanrioprincess96-deactivated201

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I’m real tired of seeing skinny white kids painted as THE AVERAGE QUEER. Like please show me a curvy Indian agender kid from Brooklyn, a hispanic lesbian and her black girlfriend. A trans demisexual dude from Korea. GIVE ME SOMETHING OTHER THAN LANKY PALE PEOPLE WITH COLORFUL HAIR PLEASE GOD.

haiweewicci

I will never stop linking to this article: Black People Make Up Largest Share of LGBT Community

Let’s stop pretending otherwise, OK Media?

paris-not-hilton-blog

the-foucault-in-our-stars

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.

Source: pompous-naivety music

izvanzemaljci

hrsvt

You never got to bloom
They cut you from the stem
You’re innocent at birth
Until you understand

Repeat every word that you say to me
They put you to use or put you to sleep
I cant tell you the difference between
An embryo or a planted seed

So many shades of white
So many shades of pale
I know what you hate
So i do it constantly