I Wanna Be A Bad Bitch But Instead I’m Just A Sad Bitch

“You are the one I’d let go the other loves for,”

— Sandra Cisneros, You Bring Out the Mexican in Me

girls don’t want boys girls want pretty hardcover editions of literary classics

#no but slippers are cool

hot new tumblr discourse

put in the tags your opinions on wearing shoes in the house and why

my names macbeth and wen its nite or wen the moon is shiyning brite and to their sleep the men do cling i stay up late

i stab the king

#implied autumnal sexy times

go find what a fic of ur life would be tagged as on ao3

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I’m sick and tired of being called “mortal” like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

I don’t have a train of thought I have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming

Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”

Me, being led to the guillotine: so, no head?