my words get all jumbled
I am a crazy cat lady, weirdo football fan, strange vegetarian gluten free eats only air apparently, compulsive crafter and acquirer of red things.
That's really all you need to know.
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Swearing is a really important part of one’s life. It would be impossible to imagine going through life without swearing, and without enjoying swearing. There used to be mad, silly, prissy people who used to say swearing was a sign of a poor vocabulary. It is such utter nonsense. The people I know who swear the most tend to have the widest vocabularies, and the kind of person who says swearing is a sign of a poor vocabulary usually have a poor vocabulary themselves. The sort of twee person who thinks swearing is in any way a sign of a lack of education or a lack of verbal interest is just a fucking lunatic. I haven’t met anybody who’s truly shocked at swearing… really. They’re only shocked on behalf of other people. Well, you know, that’s preposterous. Or they say, “It’s not necessary,” as if that should stop one doing it. It’s not necessary to have coloured socks, it’s not necessary for this cushion to be here, but is anyone going to write in and say, “I was shocked to see that cushion there, it really wasn’t necessary”? No. Things not being necessary is what makes life interesting. The little extras in life.
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Photo reblogged from Tabitha Darling's Bedroom Floor
I knew when I was a teenager that I wanted to be a writer, but people kept telling me to choose a ‘real’ job.
(Source: illudetiamtranset)
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“Now we know, and I thought that the knowing would make it easier. And it has in that September will turn into October and October will merge with November, and I won’t be sitting at my desk feeling sad for no goddamn reason. But it’s knowing that there is no reason that makes it even more unbearable. Because as much as a person with depression is sad, we are the same measure of angry that we can’t just stop feeling this way.”
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You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.”
And then you get to know them and and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.
Rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.
Amy Pond - Doctor Who, “The Girl Who Waited” (via thefanboys) -
Link reblogged from ☂ Smudged Ink
“My body is not your community service project, my body is not your soulless fetish object, I do not need to justify my body to you or anyone, my body does not make me a joke nor does it make me insensitive to your hurtful remarks, my body is not an excuse for you to treat me like a second class citizen, my body is none of your business.”
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Asha Zappa (via sleepydumpling)
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Dorothy Parker telegrammed this to her editor in 1945. Even the brilliant doubt themselves…
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There are two types of writers – the gardeners and the architects. The architect plans the entire house before he drives a nail; he draws up blueprints, he knows how deep the basement is going to be dug and how many rooms there are going to be, where the plumbing is going to be. And then there are the gardeners who dig a hole, plant a seed and water it with their blood, and then they see what comes up, and they kind of shape it. I’m much more of a gardener.Apparently George R. R. Martin said this.
