you're my weak spot
elizabeth, 18, I like brothers
trying to be multifandom
Currently crying over: that stupid freshman on teen wolf who just wanted to be the best at lacrosse
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Tagged: #;_; #megstiel #erotically queuedependant
Posted 1 day ago on Jul 27th with 569 notes
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Tagged: #oh sweetie #sam #erotically queuedependant

"What?! Who’s this little guy? I do wanna say hi but it’s gonna take up time that we don’t have for the interview." - Dylan fascinated by interviewer’s baby

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
- b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)
Posted 1 day ago on Jul 26th with 119,439 notes
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Tagged: #poetry #:)


I honestly saw this as a way of George telling D&D to fuck themselves

Posted 1 day ago on Jul 26th with 17,616 notes
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Tagged: #oh my g o d #PLEASE #game of thrones #george rr martin


in wincest language we don’t say ‘i love you’, we say ‘he’s my brother’ and ‘it’s you and me against the world’ and ‘sammy’ and ‘jerk’ and ‘you can go on’ and ‘well i don’t want to’ and ‘i’m here sammy i’m not gonna leave you’ and ‘it’s okay dean i’ve got him’ and what was i saying

Posted 2 days ago on Jul 26th with 1,403 notes
Tagged: #god bless america #wincest #erotically queuedependant
what was it like?
like growing flowers in my chest and
forgetting to pull out the weeds.


Posted 3 days ago on Jul 25th with 2,535 notes
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Tagged: #wincest #erotically queuedependant

"Is there blood in my hair?"

Posted 3 days ago on Jul 25th with 2,870 notes
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Tagged: #eric northman #true blood #blood cw

hey I know I’m early but I may not get back to a computer by the time it’s actually your birthday so just wait until midnight and then look at this really bad drawing HAPPY BIRTHDAY i hope your day awesome x 100

I’m a couple of hours early, but Happy Birthday, Elizabeth!! This is for you. ‘Cause gurl, you smokin’ (◡‿◡✿)


Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”

Posted 3 days ago on Jul 24th with 409,100 notes
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Tagged: #did you mean: me and owen #spoiler alert I asked

oh no I lost two followers for that fifty shades reblog 



Her hair was a mane of jet-black ringlets that fell to the small of her back, and around her brow was a band of copper suns. Where the Sand Snakes were tall, Arianne took after her mother, who stood but five foot two. She is still a little thing, the captain thought. Yet beneath her jewelled girdle and loose layers of flowing purple silk and yellow samite she had a woman’s body, lush and roundly curved.

*happy birthday m

Posted 3 days ago on Jul 24th with 3,601 notes
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Tagged: #d u d e #arianne martell #graphic #game of thrones