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Went running and hiking today :) (at Mumbles Lighthouse)

Went running and hiking today :) (at Mumbles Lighthouse)

screw stupid cunt twats and viva la science and my beautiful friends. that actually made my head straight. i am happy this happened today coz i dont have to fucking worry about fantasize about the stupidest fucking person in the fucking universe. i hate his guts and i hope he die with agony that is the worst and i hope he will have nightmares that is fucking unimaginable. fuck you cuntttttt. 

actually i dont mean any of it i guess but i do fucking mean it.

i just have to let this fucking emotion go. okay? okay thank you

Sometimes there are to many words and to little moments, so when things get crowded and life is a little small around me and yet large in my mind I create the universe on a blank unlined piece of paper, with an ink pen, sealed in an envelope signed "if you find this letter". Addressed to anyone and signed from no one I like to think the pieces of me can now space themselves around me, where I may crowd the rest of the world.



Seventeen days.

Aliens was a revelation to me when I was a kid.

As soon as the actual action started, what immediately struck me was that every woman onscreen had her shit absolutely together, and every man (with the exception of Corporal Hicks, Bishop and Apone) was a complete walking clusterfuck.

Moreover, as in this .gifed scene, the narrative itself made it explicit that the only way the men were going to survive was by emulating the women.

And even though I was still just a dipshit kid when I first saw this, I didn’t pull on an MRA fedora and whine about my gender being portrayed in such an unflattering light, because even then, I immediately recognized, “This is what it’s like for women to watch literally every other sci-fi action film.  Well played, movie.”


“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

Mary Oliver

Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
(via equily)