when i was 12 owl city was my favorite band and when i was 15 pushing daisies was my favorite show and now that i’m older it can be so tempting to be realistic about life and cynical by necessity but i think some part of me has always wanted to believe in the dreamiest realities, the happiest possible responses to sadness and loneliness, and maybe thats silly and idealistic but its something i still want to believe in
“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things–coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”
— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman Hollering Creek; “Eyes of Zapata,” c. 1991 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Glad to know that the people in 1935 were EXACTLY the same as we are lol
I think this is already in my queue but I just looked at the tags and I think it’s important for y'all to know that Barnard is a women’s college. These are all dope-ass girls answering this question.
im starting a support group for all the other people whose two great loves of tea and chewing on shit have intersected and collapsed in on one another like toxic lovers, resulting in a vicious cycle of compulsively sucking on the teabag every time you finish a cup of tea. you say you’ll be gentle. tender, even. but the bag still breaks. your mouth is full of low grade tea leaves. your life is in shambles. you will do it again
when u say u want as many femmes as possible working on a project does that mean that if I wear nail polish to the interview you’d actually pick me over a butch woman or have u just not thought about what you’re saying
