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My eyes hurt.

I’d like to think I’m familiar with the cold. Somedays I feel impenetrable against the volley of ice and wind. But I can’t keep up with myself, other days it affects me greatly. On the really bad days there is no wind, the floor beneath me cracks and swallows me whole. Don’t you know that space is as cold as your dead dead heart?

visualscott:

The thing that kills me about “Ur So Gay” is that Katy isn’t singing about a boyfriend who actually turned out to be gay. She’s using “gay” as an insult, because the guy was effeminate, not conforming to her expected gender roles. She shames him for being thin and wearing makeup. 

In the opening line of the song she says he should kill himself. 

But, you know, baby you’re a firework or whatever. 

I don’t know much about Katy Perry so I had to look up the song but I can now confirm that yes indeed she is a scumbag.

(Source: somedayinjakarta, via breakcorechoirboy)

A guy came over at 2am to cuddle me last night.

tranarchistbitch:

I can’t deal

(Source: drawing-bored, via hellomousie)

Body comparative #14 (1,2)

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