thelastparagraph9:

Nausea
by Jean-Paul Sartre

Random Line: Is it even possible to think of somebody in the past? As long as we were in love with each other we didn’t allow the tiniest of our moments, the smallest of our sorrows to be detached from us and left behind. Sounds, smells, degrees of light, even the thoughts we had not told each other ― we took all this with us and it all remained alive: we never stopped enjoying it and suffering from it in the present.

In Milgrams obedience study 63% of participants kept giving seemingly lethal electric shocks because an authority figure was telling them to.

(via psych-facts)

lizzymercierdescloux1979:

things girls do that I love:

  • offer their friends sips of their coffee drinks without being asked
  • scratch each others back
  • say things like “smell this lotion I bought this weekend”
  • compliment each other’s eyebrows 
  • that thing when they agree with you and their eyes get really wide and they nod their head solemnly 
  • throw out each others gum wrappers or chip bags when they get up 

dutchster:

i have such a busy schedule. i may have to cut out “studying” to make room for “crying over tv shows” and “4 hour nap”

sailingaugust:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” 

- Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

queerpotters:

#THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE SEEN TODAY #IS A SORTING POST THAT PUT THESE TWO IN GRYFFINDOR AND HUFFLEPUFF (FUCKING. HUFFLEPUFF) RESPECTIVELY #if you don’t think ALL of these kids are slytherins #these two ESPECIALLY #you are watching the show wrong #look at them #the two quietest; most righteous; most MORAL of the group #performing the SHIT out of their alibi. like nothing is even wrong #contrasting with connor and mikaela who are falling the fuck apart #this is what the show is trying to say - that there is the person you want to be #the person you try to be; strive to be #and then the person you are inside #the one that shows up in terror and horrific situations and takes over #to make sure you survive #and for wealthy well to do kids like connor they never have to tap into that #so when it happens they freak the fuck out #but not these two. their eyes are wide open #lie about the coin flip; construct an alibi #do whatever they have to in order to survive #smh at anyone who thinks wes is some confused cute innocent kid tbh #in the flashforwards he’s not even desperate - he’s CALCULATING 

I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…

(via mysteriouslesbian)