Would You Call Yourself A Feminist?

pretty much 

My only two moods are bisexual and clinically depressed

das Bibliothek, Olivier Martel Savoie

Lemon popsicles, blueberry bushes by the handful, and sunburned shoulders with a map of the world. I want you. to fall in love with me.  say yes.  yes. and yes. Tell me that you already are.

Love, Em // Already (via scribblingwithstardust)

You’re killin’ me, Schwab.

IMMIGRANT (1), a poem. I do not write a ton about my immigrant experience, because it is deeply personal for each one of us and because it is difficult/beautiful/ugly/scary/lonely.

I don’t always like to remember and yet it is always on my mind. I thought I would share this today because of what is happening with the Dream Act. When I read about the act being rescinded, I felt ill.

So I wrote some poems and I will share them over the coming days. I don’t know what good it will do. Maybe it will just help people understand.

Even more dark academia outfits for any gender!

You don’t have to be soft and gentle and patient about your gender. You don’t have to cater to binary people and wait to be told your valid, you can preach your OWN validity. You can shout it from the top of your lungs, scream it from the rooftops, make it roar saying, “FUCK YOU I AM WHO I AM” Be you and be LOUD

Mythology Around the World: Common Themes:

The Stars 

Pan’s Labyrinth | Capitán Vidal’s death

“The men in his battalion said that when General Vidal died on the battlefield, he smashed his watch on a rock so that his son would know the exact hour and minute of his death. So he would know how a brave man dies.”