Mermaid Misandry

20, Queer, Pronouns: them they theirs

I listen to Tchaikovsky and cry

  • Housemates: Why are you crying?
  • Me: I lost a loved one, I don't know what I'm doing with my life, my depression is getting worse, I can't find a talk therapist, I indulge in so many things that I know are terrible for me, I just want to take a semester off but I'd have no where to go, I'm losing faith in humanity
  • Housemates: ...
  • Me: you know usual stuff that goes through your head when you need to write a paper

isozyme:

you: hey isozyme, what do you want most in this world?

me: project runway AUs in every fandom

(via postulation)

davidstrider:

have you ever looked at an authority figure in your life and thought “wow i respect a well-grilled hot dog more than i respect you”

(via doras-backpack)

I hate not being the only type-a person in my house

rawdi-kun:

dying before your friends and welcoming them to hell like

image

(via thebermudalocket)

nightvalemarinebiologist:

colourwytch this is yoooou <3

nightvalemarinebiologist:

colourwytch this is yoooou <3

(via brandef)

juliyeahh:

entertainmentweekly:

Here’s your first look at Allison Williams as Peter Pan. 

Swooning.

juliyeahh:

entertainmentweekly:

Here’s your first look at Allison Williams as Peter Pan. 

Swooning.

(via un-gendered)

ammit420:

If you been a mutual follower since like winter 2012 u done seen me go thru some true bullshit so like yall kinda saw me gradually stop being garbage

(via ghostroadtrucker)

teachingliteracy:

Book Mountain (by Steven Olmstead)

teachingliteracy:

Book Mountain (by Steven Olmstead)

(via thingssheloves)

I pride myself on always having words to describe something and yet they have failed me, I feel at an utter loss to describe the glory of this gown.

The romantic in me notes the symbolism of the butterfly. The metamorphosis from a child to a married woman. This gown reverberates with life and brings tears to my eyes.

I worry that sometimes I am to sensitive. I find that in my line of work I often have to think of the costume as it’s own entity, wondering about the life of the person who these items once adorned lead to so many questions. Many times I have wished that I had not pursued those thoughts to find out more on their life. I have been moved to tears of sorrow and anger at the unfairness of the treatment of women who came before me. I have discovered that they were prisoners in their beautiful silks, ensnared in brightly woven textiles, pinned alive and struggling for all to admire until at last they accepted their crepe veils and widows weeds before leaving this plane a broken being.

Yet I find myself hoping with every fibre of my being that whoever this woman was she had a beautiful and happy life. That the butterfly that graced the bodice on her wedding gown symbolized more than decoration, that it was true freedom from the cocoon. I’ll never know for sure but I will hope.

Bunka Gakuen Costume Museum

c. 1890

(via hoop-skirts-and-corsets)

(via ablueraft)