hey my name is Deirdre and welcome to cats music movies kittens maybe pugs art pretty things and mostly cats


when i was little i actually questioned why girls were supposed to cross their legs and when i was told “because boys will look up your skirt” i said “then tell boys not to look up our skirts” and my grandma got really angry with me but my uncle thought i was great and gave me a high five


#beard #manbun #b&w 


But this dark is deep:

now I warm you with my blood, listen

to this flesh.

It is far truer than poems.

Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem of the End (translated by Elaine Feinstein)

(via awritersruminations:)

I keep trying to
bury you and
yet here you are-
mouth like a graveyard,
hands filled with dirt,
heart as empty as the casket
I shoved you in.

You Are My Holy Ghost | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

Damn self, give up this poem penning business, you have other shit to do 


why are people so caught up in romanticizing the past? romanticize the future. there will be robots and slightly more equality






I watched this like 16,897,47339 times

alexa > you


no self esteem

someone help me do my eyeliner like hers
Do not smile back at strange men.
Keep your head down,
eyes on the ground in front of you.
Work your mouth into a straight line
that screams “no.”
Make sure your skirt reaches the knees
and your top fully covers the breasts.
Do not saunter.
Do not giggle.
Avoid dark corners.
Replay what you learned in your self-defense class.
Pepper spray fits nicely in a girl’s purse.
Keep your keys in-between your fingers,
so you are ready to open your door
or stab anybody who sneaks up behind you.
Walk quickly to avoid the second happening first.
And above all,
do not ask why you are taught
to take all of these precautions
when a man does not learn
the meaning of

So, You Want To Walk Home Alone Tonight? | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

Me as Amelie Poulain for a photography project. Love her!