"You love me with such hatred."
Ryan Murphy just comfirmed on twitter that this year’s season of American Horror Story’s "Freakshow" will feature Jessica Lange singing a cover of a Lana Del Rey song! Details on which episode or song still haven’t been released yet, but it is likely to be on the first premiere 1 hour and a half special episode "Monsters Among Us"
PSA: Big corporations putting feel good feminist messages in their advertisements wont result in women’s liberation as much as it will result in goading liberal minded folks to buy more shampoo or whatever. There’s no point in fawning over these commercials.
Friendly reminder that the company that owns Dove
is the same company that owns Axe.
"nobody is somebody forever. every soul changes whenever it is possible. sometimes good, sometimes not. sometimes it makes you crawl into bed for three weeks, hoping that your blanket cocoon will one day turn you into a figure of beauty. sometimes it makes you feel nothing at all. is it possible to transition into numbness? a frozen soul unable to let the heart melt away with love. hardened to the core; every body feels pain separated and hidden from the public eye. every body bleeds to the rhythm of severity. only purity can save the human race, all else is a mere facade of security. the evil attract mediocracy; the pure enchant the universe. if your soul must change, be reborn."
i am the devil, but i am free. //time spent in my head.
"intertwining on your parents couch, i peeled sunburns from your back. tearing away the damaged and dead skin, revealing something soft and pink and new. will we ever be able to remove the burns we’ve gathered on our hearts over these years?"
holes in my brain;
i should lay off the drugs.
holes in my heart;
i should learn not to love.
you told me to burn your life down
so you could start over
with me, for me.
I wish i could
i wish i would.
come swim through my bed
and pretend that its fine.
you can go back to her
because i’ve got mine.
its a pretty warped reality
that we choose to live.
where everything is a secret.
each pull, each glance we give.
the strings are bound tightly
around our pretty little souls.
ember touches upon my skin,
i want to play fair with you.
i want to play,
i want whats mine,
i want you.
"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."
That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.