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Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
for whatever reason, you suddenly gain godlike powers of control over the universe. what’s the first thing you do?
In bed already at 8:29pm. This is what we call living the life.
#implied autumnal sexy times
go find what a fic of ur life would be tagged as on ao3
the rest of the avengers literally aint got shit on tony. parents killed by an assassin. sold to terrorist ring by godfather and legal guardian. open heart surgery w/o anesthetics, magnet powered by car battery in chest so that fucking shrapnels dont slice through his heart. hiking through arabian desert in 57°C with weak heart, injuries and no proper attire. paralyzed and left to die of shrapnel by that same godfather. almost died of a billion volt discharge fighting him. survived head on lighting blast by thor himself. got his house thrown at him after a terrorist attack was sent on his house. been living with palladium poisoning and survived only cause he managed to create a new chemical element with 7% help of his shitbag dead dad. survived an army of killer robots. survived the beating of two supersoldiers and laying beaten to pulp mid-siberia exposed to the negative 25 degrees celsius. survived an angry hulk attack and almost subdued the bitch through brute force. attached himself to a nuke and flew it through a wormhole into space, free fell from the fucking sky and almost hit the ground with full force. survived getting attacked by 20th century deadliest assassin slash super soldier with only bullet proof glasses and one (1) gauntlet. saved his damn self from being captured and tied up by killian. survived a dead drop in kansas. survived the full blast of a power stone. got an ENTIRE FUCKING MOON, A WHOLE FUCKING CELESTIAL BODY THROWN AT HIM HEAD ON, AND GOT UP 4 SECONDS LATER, UNBOTHERED, SHAKING THE DUST OFF HIS SHOULDER. ALL THIS WHILE BEING A 100% HUMAN AND UNTRAINED LIKE DO YOU ALL JUST IGNORE HOW FUCKING BADASS AND UNKILLABLE THIS MAN IS OR DOES STEVE NEED TO DROP THE “EARTHS BEST DEFENDER” ON YOUR OBLIVIOUS ASSES AGAIN
never talk to me about your boy problems because my solution will always be to gone girl his ass. your man textin other bitches? Frame him for your murder
“…we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart;”
— Amy Lowell, from A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass; Petals.
“The phenomenon of female anger has often been turned against itself, the figure of the angry woman reframed as threat […] She conjures a lineage of threatening archetypes: the harpy and her talons, the witch and her spells, the medusa and her writhing locks. The notion that female anger is unnatural or destructive is learned young; children report perceiving displays of anger as more acceptable from boys than from girls.”
— LESLIE JAMISON, I Used to Insist I Didn’t Get Angry. Not Anymore. (via rnyfh)
some of you never sacrificed your life for your infant son and saved his life through the strength of your immense love for him and it shows
3 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted
8 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted
16 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted
“If you want to be cruel say you forgive them. Forgive them for the pain, for the hurt, for the loss. For all the times they tried to break you into pieces. No one forgets forgiveness. It always leaves a bitter taste of ruin behind.”
— thoughts #172 | r.m
no negativity this year we love ourselves like supervillains
#so me
walking around the house at night w my cell phone flashlight on instead of turning on the lights feeling like a bronte character with a candle
I’m so deep in academia that I’m pretty sure I think in 12 point Times New Roman font.
“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via compelledbybooks)
“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via compelledbybooks)
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
“Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: What darkness did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.”
— Katherine MacKenett
let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.
i have been fucked up ever since i took a mythology class in college and learned that the greek mythology we know today is not only deliberately patriarchal (i mean duh) but was put in place specifically to abolish the matriarchal religion that came before it, nearly all traces of which were systematically erased. AND, the reason the modern west is so obsessed with greek mythology specifically is that it aligns so closely with our own patriarchal values. like we are literally taught greek mythology IN SCHOOL, that’s how hugely important it is in our culture. (i mean think about it… there is no real benefit to placing that much emphasis on greek mythology specifically over any other part of history)
from now on it’s not ‘my body’ but 'the fragile external capsule for my deepest desires and anxiety’
why do people always ask me about sexual fantasies but never about my other fantasies? i don’t think about dick, jonathan. i think about wearing a haute couture dress and a princess tiara and running around a stone palace with sunlight and enough mirrors around to bask in my aesthetic glory.
I’m a simple woman. I find a song I like, I listen to it for three weeks uninterrupted until I find another one.
what if instead of saying “no mourners, no funerals” the dregs said “no tea, no shade”