There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

— Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

(Source: psych-facts)

Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care what others think.

— Nick Miller (via psych-facts)

alt-j:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

benedict cumberbatch harasses a black youth

this is the fifth time I’ve reblogged this i don’t care

alt-j:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

benedict cumberbatch harasses a black youth

this is the fifth time I’ve reblogged this i don’t care

(Source: icachondeo, via hotmesswithouthehot)

Meeting some great actors at Dragon Con!

Meeting some great actors at Dragon Con!

lisquid:

langsettte:

lowcutcaesar:

tonanzin-x:

lilcochina:

herwickedways:

doctordooom:

while people are going nuts over a racist joke justin bieber said years ago, this is what’s happening in reality.

This makes me fucking sick to my stomach!

Holy fucking shit

and to think that those little kids will most likely take after their mother and become scum.

She’s obviously on meth

Wow. A friendly reminder that white people are trash. They can’t escape it …

Wow this is revolting. What a horrible horrible person. I would have punched her in the face.
Yo not all white people are trash though I assure you

This is sick…

(via sailor-stoner)

It’s that time of year again! Go DAWGS! Sic’ em!!!!

It’s that time of year again! Go DAWGS! Sic’ em!!!!

mc-rook:

I read it first and was like “the fuck is she talkin about” and then re-read it and my jaw dropped

(Source: whyarethe-robots-so-sad, via dorkvader)

asylum-art:

 Infusions – Cliff Briggie

Cliff Briggie’s technique focuses on photographing the movement in liquids. The consistency of the subject-matter also gives the appearance of dissipating smoke or a gentle satin fabric. Concentrating the colors in different areas creates a subtle transparency that plays with the light source. The mixing colors and swirling compositions make these pieces absolutely mesmerizing.

(via sailor-stoner)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY