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Jul 22, 2014

Taylor York and Hayley Williams riding a roller coaster with fans at Hersheypark [x]

Taylor York and Hayley Williams riding a roller coaster with fans at Hersheypark [x]

(Source: theparamoresource, via notpetewentz)

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Jul 22, 2014

obiwankenoobi:

Only the dead have seen the end of war

—death is not the worst that can happen to men

(via wingedgwen)

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Jul 22, 2014

Combinations we’d never even dreamed of:
Names too long to remember.
Dark chocolate ice cream with raspberry
cheesecake pieces and caramel bonbons,
sweet cream ice cream with bumbleberry compote
and jordan almond fudge chunks.

After rinsing our mouths with toothpaste
and slicking lip gloss over our teeth
like a film of wax, we pounded the two miles
of sweating concrete every Wednesday at eight p.m,
an army of cheap earrings and thin ankles.

We didn’t ask our mothers if we could
shave our legs, but left shreds of bloody
toilet paper like one hundred tiny flames
in the trash can for them to clean up. We wore
our t-shirts low and swinging. We ogled at the brass
chins of boys too distracted to flirt back.

We filched twenties out of our mothers’ purses
and our fathers’ worn leather wallets and blew them every
week on portions of red velvet cheesecake
supreme so big they seemed impossible.

On Sundays, we went back after swimming
in the local pool, clad in the bikinis our mothers
did not allow us to buy. We liked the way
our salted hair swung damp over one shoulder.
We liked the way this left wet spots on our t-shirts,
liked any mark we left on anything.

Workers clad in red aprons scooped ice cream
and poured caramel and bleeding
maraschino cherries over chocolates and
thick sauces, mashing them together with two
silver spoons, turning and twisting this glob
so loudly it made our teeth hurt.

All of us thirteen and shining in our new bodies.

Our hands still pink and bruised from the
chlorine clutching cardboard cups disintegrating
under the waning heat of the Midwest.
None of our mothers were dying of cancer. None
of us worried about our children perishing in motor-boat
crashes or freak accidents at bowling alleys.

The gangly workers used to go down the line
of plastic trays: sweaty gummy worms,
cookie crumbs big as pennies, red and white sprinkles,
dark and white chocolate chips, caramel sauce
glazed over from the air conditioning, and each
time they would ask us if we wanted the topping,
spoons already full and sloping.

We nodded, eyes bright and hungry.
We said yes to everything. We thought
what magnificent women we’d be.

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Jul 21, 2014

Mythology - Artemis/Diana

(Source: redcigar, via whatpeterickdidinthedark)

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Jul 21, 2014

ch4ndra:

some amazing photos by Petra Collins

(via femme-nistas)

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Jul 21, 2014

Taystee & Poussey: Realest Muthafuckin’ Friendship Begins

(Source: earmole, via thereignofdaenerys)

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Jul 21, 2014

stillazarafteralltheseyears:

You know what I find truly remarkable about this scene? Is not just that she JUMPS OFF A SPEEDING ALIEN VEHICLE HUNDREDS OF FEET ABOVE THE GROUND but that she knows the EXACT MOMENT to make the jump to not only hit the roof (which, at that height and speed is an incredibly small target) but to hit it at a point where she isn’t going to a) immediately crash into a wall or b) be carried by her momentum over the other side and down a gazillion stories to the ground.

Natasha had to calculate IN HER HEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE the velocity of the alien vehicle, the size of Stark Tower’s roof, how high she was above it (so she wasn’t so high she’d be killed just by the fall to the roof), how long it would take her to make the jump successfully, what position to hit the roof in to minimize the physical damage, possibly even half a dozen other things. A miscalculation either way—too soon or too late—would’ve killed her.

Yeah, when she describes someone genius-level smart in CA:TWS as “slightly smarter than her but only slightly,” she’s NOT KIDDING. Natasha is probably either just as or very nearly as smart as Bruce or Tony or Jane or Betty, her training just meant those smarts were put to use in a different way. And that it’s something she’s trained to manipulate people’s expectations of, just like with her sex. IMO, if Natasha asks to have something explained, it’s not because she doesn’t understand, it’s because she doesn’t want the person she’s asking to KNOW she understands. Because her stock in trade is getting people to underestimate her and then using that against them. And this scene is the proof. Because when no one is watching, she is BRILLIANT.

(Source: momopuff, via kitsunehales)

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Jul 20, 2014

snapslikethis:

regulus black, unappreciated bamf extraordinaire

(via accio-beatles)

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Jul 20, 2014
Melanie Martinez - Toxic (originally by Britney Spears)
  • Toxic (originally by Britney Spears)

  • by Melanie Martinez
  • 2,023,265 plays

accio-happin3ss:

notyrqueer:

bakefestatspliffanys:

lilfairyboy:

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infinitelyeverlark:

001. Toxic | Melanie Martinez

I took a sip from a devil’s cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me 

HOLY CRAP

I want to do so much witchcraft to this 

when the chorus hits tho

I listen to this like 5 times every time it comes up on my dash.

So I guess I have to reblog.

This is some American Horror Story shit

(via teamwinchesterbros)

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