nicoangeli:

*apollo pulls lyre out of nowhere* anyway, here’s wonderwall

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My anaconda don’t want none unless you got lumps, hun!

My anaconda don’t want none unless you got lumps, hun!

(Source: popcrimes)

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princesslibrarian:

you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk

(Source: witchlibrarian)

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Puritan names from a Sussex jury roll of 1650:

scootermoto:

thestuartkings:

  • Accepted Trevor, of Norsham
  • Redeemed Compton, of Battle
  • Kill-Sin Pimple, of Witham
  • Fly-Fornication Richardson, of Waldron
  • Search-The-Scriptures Moreton, of Salehurst
  • The-Peace-Of-God Knight, of Burwash
  • Stand-Fast-On-High Stringer, of Crowhurst

did some hasty research and discovered that Fly-Fornication Richardson came from the same town as a person named Fly-Debate Smart. thought i’d share.

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spinsterprivilege:

noirnites:

Macabre statues to keep me company outside my new office.

Congratulations on the job. I didn’t know Hell was even hiring.

spinsterprivilege:

noirnites:

Macabre statues to keep me company outside my new office.

Congratulations on the job. I didn’t know Hell was even hiring.

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euo:

The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.

euo:

The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
[I think I made you up inside my head.]

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
[I think I made you up inside my head.]

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
[I think I made you up inside my head.]

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
[I think I made you up inside my head.]

Sylvia Plath, “Mad Girl’s Love Song” (via shakespeareandpunk)

(Source: anenlighteningellipses)

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cephalodogs:

if live gives you lemons, make lemonade! make it for hours on end. refuse to do anything else. violently lash out at loved ones as they desperately try to pry the juicer from your hands. refuse the idea that there are things you could do aside from make lemonade. make lemonade until your fingers are bloody and your face is covered in lemon juice and all you have is piles and piles of limp fruity corpses. at least you could set up a half-decent lemonade stand now.

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youngblackandvegan:

jonesalicious:

So after belle and the beast got married they have to buy all new furniture since like half their castle turned into people

Beauty and the Beast 2: The Trip to Ikea

(Source: mikaylugh)

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conductoroftardislight:

shezzatective:

gaybabysherlock:

The best thing about knowing that Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde had sex is you know they must have had the best, most on-rhyme, emotionally evocative sexy-talk of all time.

Wilde probably seduced Whitman with adjectives, and Whitman wrote a free-verse poem about Wilde’s sweet round ass

(x)

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