I like how when my schoolwork piles up so does my time on Tumblr.
1 hour ago on December 7th, 2013 | 0 notes
My little tree :3
you're just obsessed with sex and its disgusting tbh
In no way am I obsessed with sex. I rarely speak about it only in a classy way. Sometimes I reblog some gentle porn material or naked human beings but what is wrong with that? If you find THAT disgusting you can get the fuck out of my face. The human body is beautiful and in no way am I ashamed of it or grossed out by it. So if you want to make hasty assumptions and jump to conclusions without a lick of valid support, you can stay off my blog and slander sex somewhere else. Sex is part of life and how the human race along with other organisms survive. Fuck off anon. Have a lovely evening.
oh my god what. if you’re obsessed with sex i am the ragin’est nymphomaniac to ever spread her legs. sounds like this hater just needs to get laid to me, tbh.
This pisses me off. So what if someone’s “obsessed” with sex? Sex is fucking awesome and if you’re immature enough to be mad at someone for liking it, you shouldn’t be having it.
A healthy interest and enthusiasm, or obsession, even, for sex and sexual activity is NORMAL. It’s not only that, but an extremely healthy thing when someone can positively express their own thoughts and feelings on something as biologically and physically intimate as sex. It’s a normal action that a great deal of the human population does, and yet we don’t talk about it! And it’s people who can actually acknowledge their healthy thoughts and feelings that are ridiculed, rejected, and even seen as “perverted”. Why can’t we talk about something as great as sex?? Why can’t we accept each other as sexual beings and just move on and let people do whatever (as long as they’re not hurting themselves or others) THIS is why I want to be a sex therapist and educator. People need to know that there is nothing wrong with this bodily and emotional set of actions.
1 hour ago on December 7th, 2013 | 11 notes
|Song: Such Great Heights (Cover)
|Artist: Iron & Wine
|Played: 6,549 times.
I’ve used this to help me sleep so many times
A Summary of (some of) the songs in Les Miserables
Everyone's having a terrible time. Valjean and Javert try to outsass each other.
At The End of The Day:
Bitchy women sing a song and it's catchy as fuck. Oh poor Fantine.
A jaunty, jovial little tune about prostitution in which Fantine has her soul crushed. Poor Fantine.
I Dreamed A Dream:
POOR FANTINE OH GOD CAN THINGS GET ANY WORSE FOR HER.
Who Am I?:
VALJEAN YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD SPORT.
Come To Me:
THINGS GOT WORSE FOR FANTINE.
Oh my god Javert the world is not split into good people and death eaters, will you just accept that humans have multidimensional personalities. More Fantine Feels.
Castle on a Cloud:
You're so sweet have all the clouds just take them.
Master of the House:
Thank god, something funny. Also, it's scientifically impossible to hear one line without singing the rest of the song.
Thenardier Waltz of Treachery:
You guys are such dicks but I just can't stay mad at you.
I'm having feels about string instruments. Javert proves himself to be multidimensional, which is ironic because it's the one thing he can't accept about other people, oh my god leave Valjean alone.
'allo there guvnor oim Gavroche the french cockney.
Red and Black:
Jesus Marius we've got really important shit to do can you shut up about that girl you just met. Also so many feels because they're all such good friends so full of hope. Enjolras you wonderful man.
Do You Hear The People Sing:
Enjolras feels. Les Mis feels. Just so many feels.
I Saw Him Once/In My Life/Heart Full of Love:
One Day More:
Shit is about to go down! I feel so in love with all of them. Enjolras!
On My Own:
Oh Eponine. I can't handle this.
Little Fall Of Rain:
Oh my god I can't go on. This is so tragic.
Drink With Me:
There's no way I can go on, I hurt so much.
Bring Him Home:
This is torture, I literally can't hold any more feels, I didn't know this was possible, I'm going to have a breakdown.
The Second Attack:
I am in physical pain.
The Final Battle:
Why don't you just saw my arms of and leave me to die it would be less painful.
Javert (No spoilers, but if you know it then you know the bit I mean.):
I'm getting genuinely worried I'm going to die from feels.
The people reiterate why I feel so sad and it makes me sadder.
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables:
I want to curl into the foetal position and sob into my hands for the next 19 years, I can't listen to anymore of this but I also can't stop because it's beautiful.
Wedding Chorale/Beggars at the Feast:
I thought I had no soul left but I still want to sing along.
Finale/Do You Hear The People Sing:
I honestly didn't know it was scientifically possible for one person to feel this many things. This musical killed and resurrected me 1000 times, OH MY GOD IT'S SO POWERFUL WHAT IS THIS MAGIC.
I need this on me.
UGH want so hard. My curves would rock the hell out of this!!!
you don’t know betrayal until you’ve had the wire in your favourite bra come out to stab your heart
seriously it’s 2013 where is this??
2013 and we can’t even electronically synthesize big macs out of nothing. We’re basically living in a dystopia.
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2 hours ago on December 7th, 2013 | 47 notes
Lily Rabe on set of American Horror Story in her outfit for ‘Sister Mary Eunice’ photograph taken by Sarah Paulson.