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dirtylittledamsel:

I Should’ve Saved That Gif When I Had The Chance Because Now I Can’t Find It: The Musical

skullvis:

Become meguca, motherfucker.

skullvis:

Become meguca, motherfucker.

yep, this is the only reason you like meh

yep, this is the only reason you like meh

mskneesocks:

you’re the only one who understands me google

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westeros’s celebs read mean tweets (ps: all tweets are real)

my-twisted-fantasie:

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some of my best friends &lt;3

some of my best friends <3

withathousandvoices:

bemusedlybespectacled:

ramoorebooks:

opinionatedlez:

Here are some awesome and empowering quotes from several very strong female celebrities. 

And Kristen Stewart.

No, you know what? Fuck you.

Let me tell you about Kristen Stewart.

Let’s talk about how she’s the centerpiece of one of the most inexplicably popular misogynistic pieces of film shit and somehow gets blamed for it sucking, despite the fact that, hey, the books were actually worse. For those who were lucky enough to escape reading the actual books, her apparent lack of emotion is 100% accurate to Bella’s character, because Bella is in fact not a character but a blank white wall for fourteen-year-old girls to project themselves onto. Robert Pattinson is not the only one in the cast who hates Twilight, thank you.

Let’s talk about how she got crucified in the media for having an affair with a married man, when that man was her director. And let’s remember that she was called all manner of things for “ruining her relationship with RPattz” when she wasn’t even engaged to the dude, let alone married with kids. But oh no, she gets called a slut because she’s Kristen Stewart, she gets her career fucked because she’s Kristen Stewart, and the dude gets off scott free.

Let’s talk about how she is incredibly shy and anxious (rather, incidentally, like Chris Evans) but does film anyway, because she’s just that awesome.

Fuck your noise. She’s not the best actor in the world but she sure as hell doesn’t deserve that kind of shit.

^^ Reblogging for this

theinterwebsseries:

Tumblr freaked out at first but then she realized it’s really not that bad.

Damn him and his beautiful way with words…… silver tongue

You aren’t the one that’s defective, or we would never see that what wanted was in you.  It’s the people like me who didn’t see what they had the first time, the ones who didn’t see the burning star of kindness and sweetness that lights your heart.  It’s not like you even try to hide it.  It’s that we’re blind, and like baby, it takes a while for us to open our eyes.  I found something in you I couldn’t find in any one else.  I found someone to share my fears with, my secrets with, my life with.  You are amazing for being able to take everything you have and still be the loving person you, the person that cares no matter what the situation.  You’re a perfect person, you’re a pristine image that everyone should look to as a model of who to be in this life.  I have learned a lot from you Eva.  My caring, my kindness, my generosity all spawns from the moment I met you.  You guided me through my early years.  My angel showing me the path, but I didn’t know I could deserve such a divine figure in my life.  So I tried doing for another what you did for me and got hurt.  Much the same way you did.  That’s the day I realized what I had lost.  It’s not that anyone chooses you second, it’s that we didn’t realize you were an option in the beginning, because you are above us.

in so many ways

 

I’ve just realized, all my life, I’ve just always been the best supporting actress…..

Today, I told my boyfriend the whole truth about last year, and nothing but the truth. 

Wyatt really hurt me. Just completely he took me and used me and hurt me. I didn’t just have feelings for him, I though we were friends. And above everything I value my loyalty to others, and I expect them to do the same. 

I never touched him, I never thought of touching him, I want that to be clear. 

I felt emotionally connected to him, I thought I could help him, I thought I could make him happy, and help him find happiness.

I don’t know if I was “in love” with him. But I did care for him, and I did love him. 

For me… I’ve always been able to help others. I don’t know why but I could take a little broken wolf, and help him find the light. And I’ve felt I could always help others, and always help them from the darkness. 

I met him, and I could see he was broken too, and I tried to help him, but either I’m not as good at helping other as I thought, or he was just beyond repair. Beyond helping him, I thought I had a friend, thought I had a friend who I could open up to. In the end, I realized, I was just a means to an end. And the worst part was, I wasn’t only being used by him, but by one of my closest friends.

And I’ve never been betrayed so deeply. By two people who I thought cared about me, who I knew I myself cared about. They didn’t value my feelings like I valued theirs, they weren’t loyal to me like I was loyal to them. 

For so long you had been my best friend, my confidant.

How do you tell the person that you love, the person that you’re in love with, that you have feelings for someone else? How do you tell them that that person… broke your trust, your confidence, your heart, and even the barriers of your skin. 

The truth is, he hurt me so deeply, and I could never retaliate, I never had the chance to give myself a modicum of justice, and righteousness I deserved. Meeting this person who treated me in the exact same way Wyatt did, being able to get inside of their head, I felt a sense of accomplishment, and I just needed to share it with you. 

I was smiling with the joy of making that person squirm and want something. I didn’t think about how you might be upset. I just wanted someone else to feel even half as happy as me. It probably sounds sick and perverse to be happy about making someone else miserable, but so often I’m stepped on and ground into the dirt because I’ve never been anyone’s first choice… not even yours…

Brutal honesty. At its finest. Uggghhh what a night. So sick.