Reposting because I can’t reblog myself anymore… *sigh*

My dear lovelies,

I’m gonna make a new blog because some people I don’t like know about this one and this url has too much history… Besides, I don’t have a lot of time nowadays so maybe I should just follow the people who actually interact with me.

If you want the new url, send me a message or fan mail. Sometimes that doesn’t work though (yeah, tumblr should have fixed this by now…), you can send me an email instead to thepartycola@gmail.com . Edit:// OR YOU CAN JUST LIKE THIS POST. Why didn’t I think of this before. I’m a dumbass,

xoxo

(sorry to the people who have already seen this but I’m just trying to make sure this shows on every timezone!)





Reposting because I can’t reblog myself anymore… *sigh*

My dear lovelies,

I’m gonna make a new blog because some people I don’t like know about this one and this url has too much history… Besides, I don’t have a lot of time nowadays so maybe I should just follow the people who actually interact with me.

If you want the new url, send me a message or fan mail. Sometimes that doesn’t work though (yeah, tumblr should have fixed this by now…), you can send me an email instead to thepartycola@gmail.com . Edit:// OR YOU CAN JUST LIKE THIS POST. Why didn’t I think of this before. I’m a dumbass,

xoxo

(sorry to the people who have already seen this but I’m just trying to make sure this shows on every timezone!)





viria:

…Where … Where is the spot?” I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone. “The small of my back. ” She lifted her hand. “Where? Here?” She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body. “You saved me, ” I said. “Thanks. ” (c) The Last Olympian
 
I  am SO SO glad my friend reminded me about this Percabeth moment because akjsdkljasd  even by rereading it I’m having these butterflies inside.
Though to be completely honest today I feel like whatever I touch becomes cursed but I still wanted to draw this moment. Well, at least tried to.
 

viria:

Where … Where is the spot?” I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone. “The small of my back. ” She lifted her hand. “Where? Here?” She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body. “You saved me, ” I said. “Thanks. ” (c) The Last Olympian

 

I  am SO SO glad my friend reminded me about this Percabeth moment because akjsdkljasd  even by rereading it I’m having these butterflies inside.

Though to be completely honest today I feel like whatever I touch becomes cursed but I still wanted to draw this moment. Well, at least tried to.

 





How hard is it to be a female human being in the media? Anne Hathaway is a pretty good measure. She learned everything she could about sex trafficking and prostitution to play Fantine, and knew only too well that modern-day Fantines were probably living within blocks of the Academy Awards. As she said in her acceptance speech, ‘Here’s hoping that someday in the not too distant future the misfortunes of Fantine will only be found in stories and never in real life.’



Did that get coverage? No. Instead, the huge and expensive media beast speculated on her nipples. In a way, that makes Anne’s point. No wonder there are still Fantines, so many in the media think like pimps, traffickers and johns.


Gloria Steinem (via alittlecoconuttart)





“What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.”
—  Anton Chekhov (via milktree)





peterbec:

A woman discovers her boyfriend’s terrible laundry secret





 
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