Psst, Hey, Marilyn Monroe’s Image As A Freewheeling Sexpot Was A Carefully Constructed Lie. The Real

Me: wants to be a mysterious, well read, outspoken, strong, adventurous, passionate and confident woman, who is still somehow ethereal and has the kindest heart, loves deeply and is always there to help.

Also me: is actually an obnoxious, introverted and weird person who is uncomfortable around people that she doesn't know (or just people in general), who can't use language properly, ignores everything and everyone and does spend the entirety of her time alone in her room.

Types of People as Piratecore Things!

Leviathan: an ancient curse, unnaturally clear water, it goes down and down and is so very dark and you still can't see the bottom, shadows beneath the waves that are more unsettling when you stop seeing them, a pistol at your side, constant vigilance, knowing so much and so little, salt-sores, whispering, always a second away from a mutiny

Whale Song: leaning out over the bow, held up by your faith in your ship and in your own body, wind tangling your hair, broken harmonies falling like meteors from the ratlines, rough hands, knowing how to wash blood out of your clothes, screaming and yelling out to the endless expanse of blue just for the sake of it, running barefoot over the deck and pulling the splinters out one by one, poke and stick tattoos, your crew is your family and you live and die like blood and saltwater

Torn Sails: storms, thunder, toothy smiles and missing teeth, sharks, trusting your blade and nothing else, knowing how to fix broken things, a half-full bottle of rum, always drinking straight from the bottle, intricate tattoos, a story only you can read, maps sprawled beneath your hands, tearing and taking from the world with hungry eyes and sharp teeth

Gold: rich wine, tired eyes, rare smiles, crooked teeth, expressions you've never learned to school into a mask, never being satisfied, the glutted feeling of success, bloody hands, thick soled boots, superstitions, refusing to learn how to swim, strange foods from strange ports, the skeleton of a mermaid hanging in your quarters, piles of coins and artifacts, you've long ago forgotten to fear death

Treasure Map: adventure, lusting for the unknown, another land, another port, another mile from anybody and anything that could stop you, long gulps of alcohol, sleeping rarely, open eyes, you will touch every corner of this earth or you will burn it down trying, knowing every star in the sky by name, never needing or wanting a map, trusting your crew with you life, unwavering faith that the horizon is just another rule to be broken, crooked fingers from being broken and never set properly, scars on your shoulders and left leg, the sound of striking matches one after another

Bloodied Lip: give em hell, bloody smiles like the end of the world, the sound of cannonfire ringing in your ears, sore muscles, pouring alcohol on the cuts that score your body, half because you know what happens if you don't, half to feel the burning one more time, a grave bookmarked at the bottom of the sea, dull knives and false hopes, a shipwreck and laughter as your last words

HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT?! ARE YOU WATCHING ME RIGHT NOW?! Are we all the same fcking person?! What is happening?!

#cinematic parallels 

Bring them back! Bring back the loose, low cut shirts!

Hey Boys

You see this outfit?

The loose, low cut shirt? Yeah, could you not wear that anymore?

Some of us can’t handle it

Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl. There are only fake geek boys. Science fiction was invented by a woman.

no offense but i do not have time for ppl that have no emotional depth and don’t even attempt to understand themselves or others

Every 19th century novel ever:

*minor inconvenience happens*

Character: *falls ill for some reason and almost fucking dies*

My blog is a safe space. If you need someone to listen and you're in pain, come. Please. I will listen, you don't have to end your life.

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

Tom: *wants to play Spider-Man in the reboot of the reboot and wants to be in a movie with Jake Gyllenhaal*

Tom: *gets cast as Spider-Man and gets Jake Gyllenhaal to be in his movie*

Me: *wants to pass all of her exams and get enough sleep for once*

Me: *fails horribly as she types this at 1am*