I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.

Can anyone actually say “I love you” in their first language? Like is that real?

Hmmm hm. Cinderella retelling where Bluebeard is her stepfather. Her mother marries the baron, and she’s given a key, and she goes where she shouldn’t, and there are no brothers to rescue her, and that leaves Cinderella with Bluebeard.

And it’s. Strange. He hasn’t dealt with stepchildren before, and it’s like a pebble in his shoe. He doesn’t entirely know what to do about it.

And this is a problem for him, she knows. Her mother is in the basement, hidden away where he can ignore, but she is unavoidable. He should kill her, she knows, but she also knows that there are rules here that even he can’t ignore. She never broke the rules. She never goes where she mustn’t. She must live. He cannot touch her.

For now, obedience turns out to be an acceptable rebellion.

i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

now that I’ve been back a while I’m getting the age old “is this okay to reblog” questions on my posts, and I would like to say what I have always said which is that 1. Yes. 2. You should never

Ever

post a single thing on this site that would make you uncomfortable or cause trouble for you if someone shared it elsewhere. Yes, even if you disable reblogs on the post.

It’s not nice, but you have absolutely zero expectation of privacy or containment regarding anything you post to any social media. Even if it’s social media that only your friends can view. It’s still up and out there.

If it would be upsetting or dangerous or just plain awkward for something you post here to show up elsewhere—I cannot stress this enough—Do Not Post It.

they should make an international travel that is free if you're internet friends

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl… what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

These two look like they could easily afford to eat elsewhere, but everyone loves an automat. This one was in Grand Central Station in 1948.

Photo: Rae Russel via Getty Images/Fine Art America

i’m “the petrol of sun of flowers” 

i know this is coming from a place of like intense sexual objectification and homophobia and racism not to mention the world ending efforts of big oil but unfortunately it is so funny

The Beast that Bothers

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

symphonic versions of songs >>>>