sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*

TEEN HORSE GIRL MOVIE WHERE THE HORSE DIES AN HOUR IN AND THE SECOND HALF IS THE GIRL LEARNING OCCULT SCIENCE TO REANIMATE IT SO SHE CAN WIN THE BIG DERBY

The current state of pop girlies is so funny like

Ariana Grande: getting dragged for homewrecking with the guy who played SpongeBob in the SpongeBob musical

Taylor Swift: dropping her worst album in years about how deeply obsessed she is with Matty Healy

Billie Eilish, for some reason:

some of the brightest minds of our generation post on tumblr during work hours

spot on!!!!!

if you showed me good music i will never forget you

"It would be nice if it could brighten someone's mood." Houseki no Kuni - Chapter 108

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

Palm Springs (2020) dir. Max Barbabow

someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since

the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.

rather waste my time with you (1/1)

summary: From the first day, when Will had been struggling to find a conversation topic that would last for the duration of their time together and landed on so, are you a fan? and Nico had replied with of a fucking country-pop-Taylor Swift-wannabe? Fuck no, Will had been a little bit in love. word count: 1,998

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Nico di Angelo had been Will’s personal hair and makeup artist since the start of Will’s last tour, when Will’s former artist - a perfectly nice middle-aged woman whose name was something like Noreen or Doreen - had had a family emergency that kept her off of the first few stops on tour. Nico had been a local artist available on short notice, short enough to need Will’s styling chair at its lowest setting but with enough attitude that hardly anyone paid any mind to his size. 

He worked miracles with a makeup brush, and his hands felt like heaven in Will’s hair. Paired with the angel in his name, Will was convinced that Nico was a gift from God himself. So, of course, when (N/D)oreen’s family emergency turned into a slightly more permanent issue, Will was eager to suggest offering Nico a full-time position on tour. And the next one. And any one-off events that might spring up in between. (And Will’s hand in marriage, though that was probably a bit dramatic.)

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