(Source: evespeers, via purpleradiance)
And this is the time of night that when I am awake I cry. I cry so fucking hard over the things I cannot control. Over the things I have let go out of control. I cannot stand the state of my reality right now. I don’t even look like myself anymore. Food has no taste yet I eat too much of it. My job. My fucking job. My girls. I care so fucking much and I can’t do anything about what is happening. I am not the person I was. I am not the person I should be. I need to snap out of this god forsaken depression and put my eyeliner on and feel good again. I am so tired I can’t even hold my pen in my hand. I guess I had to cry. I guess I had to just shake and scream and let it all crash down around me because I have let the walls build up. I just want to tear it all down. I just want to feel normal again.
An Open Letter to One Million Moms
In response to One Million Mom’s war against JC Penny and the overall LGBT community I decided to write them a letter. While I know it may fall on deaf ears - I had to send it to them and post on my blog.
Sophia Loren in ‘Woman of the River’, 1955.
(Source: shellsonthebeach, via the-woman-miss-isley)
Last night on The Colbert Report Jack White braved the ridiculousness of a Stephen Colbert Q&A before stomping into a rendition of his Blunderbuss track “Freedom at 21.” The interview portion of White’s visit oddly enough took place backstage, with it tough to tell whether the former White Stripe was playing along for a bit or genuine about his reluctance to talk in front of an audience. (via Watch: Jack White Plays “The Colbert Report” | Under The Radar)
Because I I am a Social Media Junkie that Doesn't Eat The Ends of French Fries.
