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Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic mysogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.

Taylor McKessie (via incorrecthsmquotes)

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reblog if u think female muses deserve more love

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ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW LYRIC STARTERS.

I’ve got something to say.

I really love the…skillful way you beat the other girls to the bride’s bouquet.

The future is ours, so let’s plan it.

Please don’t tell me to can it!

I’ve one thing to say, and that’s dammit _____, I love you!

Dammit, _____, I love you!

There’s a fire in my heart and you fan it.

If there’s one fool for you then I am it.

Here’s a ring to prove that I’m no joker.

There’s three ways that love can grow; that’s good, bad, or mediocre.

We’re engaged. 

I’m so glad that you met Mom and you know Dad.

I’m mad for you, too.

Oh, dammit.

I love you.

No matter what, or who you are, there’s a light.

There’s a light in the darkness of everybody’s life.

It’s astounding.

Time is fleeting.

Madness takes its toll.

Listen closely…

I’ve got to keep control.

Bring your knees in tight.

It’s the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane.

It’s so dreamy.

You’re spaced out on sensation.

I was walking down the street, just a having a think.

A snake of a guy/girl gave me an evil wink.

He/she/you shook-a me up, took me by surprise.

He/she/you stared at me and I felt a change.

Don’t get strung out by the way I look.

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

I’m one hell of a lover.

Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound.

You look like you’re pretty groovy.

I’m glad we/I caught you at home. 

Could we/I use your phone?

We/I don’t want to be any worry.

You got caught with a flat? Well, how ‘bout that.

Don’t you panic!

Why don’t you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?

I see you shiver with anticipation.

Must be hard work, such strenuous living.

I just don’t understand…

What ever happened to Saturday night, when you dressed up sharp and you felt alright?

I thought I was divine.

My hands kind of fumbled with her/his white plastic belt.

I’d taste her/your baby pink lipstick and that when I’d melt.

Hot Patootie, bless my soul.

I really love that rock-n-roll.

Dig it, if you can!

I was feeling done in, couldn’t win.

I’d only ever kissed before.

All I want to know is how to go.

I’ve tasted blood and I want more.

I’ll put up no resistance.

I’ve got an itch to scratch.

I need assistance.

Touch me, I wanna be dirty!

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me!

If anything grows, why impose?

That’s just one small fraction of the main attraction.

You need a friendly hand and I need action!

It was great when it all began.

The only thing that gives me hope is my love of a certain dope.

Don’t get hot and flustered.

But you’d better not try and hurt her/him!

I’ll tell you once, I won’t tell you twice.

You’d better wise up, _____.

You’re as sensual as a pencil, wound up like an ‘E’ or first string.

When we made it, did you hear a bell ring?

Oh, we’re trapped!

A mental mind-fuck can be nice.

From the day he/she was born, she/he was trouble.

He/she/you never caused her/him/me nothing but shame.

I very nearly loved him/her/you.

Hey, listen to me, stay sane inside insanity.

What’s it say? 

I’m out of my head.

Somebody should be told.

My libido hasn’t been controlled.

The only thing I’ve come to trust is an orgasmic rush of lust.

It rose tints my world and keeps me safe from my trouble and pain.

It’s beyond me.

Help me.

I’ll be good, you’ll see.

Take this dream away.

What this, let’s see…

I feel sexy.

What’s come over me?

Here it comes again!

I feel released, bad times deceased.

My confidence has increased.

My mind has been expanded.

Lust is so sincere.

Give yourself over to absolute pleasure.

Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh.

Can’t you just see it?

Don’t dream it, be it.

I’ve got to be strong and try to hang on.

My mind may well snap.

I’m a wild and an untamed thing.

Keep me safe from my trouble and pain.

It’s all over.

Your lifestyle’s too extreme.

Goodbye was all I had to say.

I want to come again and stay.

I’m going home.

Everywhere it’s been the same.

I’ve done a lot.

God knows I’ve tried to find the truth.

I’ve even lied.

All I know is down inside I’m bleeding.

I’m lost in time, and lost in space and meaning.

Darkness has conquered.

I want to go.

I want to go to the late night double feature picture show. 

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for a lifetime of happiness.

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baby / new parent memes

“ should she/he be making that noise? ”

“ she’s crying again… it’s your turn ”

“ should she/he be screaming this much? ”

“ i think she/he has a fever ”

“ you can’t call the pediatrician every time you have a question! ”

“ be careful with her/him! ”

“ the books didn’t cover this… ”

“ i think she/he has a rash ”

“ i don’t know what i’m doing ”

“ do you think we’re doing a good job? ”

“ she’s/he’s a prodigy!!! ”

“ have you seen my breast pump? ”

“ i’ve never been so tired in my life ”

“ how have they already outgrown these clothes?? ”

“ be careful with her/him… ”

“ do you wanna count her/his toes again? ”

“ you think she/he knows who i am? ”

“ i think this diaper is on wrong ”

“ watch your mouth, this baby’s first word better not be a curse word ”

“ shhhh! i just got her/him to sleep ”

“ do we really have to watch the wiggles 24/7? ”

“ should she/he be socializing with other babies? ”

“ be careful… she/he is a hair puller ”

“ she/he looks like you ”

“ we made this… ”

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behold, the florist.

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she blinked a little, surprised at how offended kelsi sounded. how could she say any of this when the two of them spent the whole night together, and kelsi had a girlfriend she hadn’t even mentioned.     ( was this all they were going to be now ? friends who did whatever tonight was ? )     ❝     happy ? it’s worse than a mess. you’re in denial, kelsi. even i can see that.     ❞

       ‘ i’m not in denial. ‘ she responds, but the truth is. ‘ i’m HAPPY. i’m OUT, i have a nice apartment, i’m composing on broadway - i have everything i need. i’m HAPPY. ‘ she’s told herself this lie so many times it ALMOST feels true --- but never just quite. she was talking, acting and being like a whole different person right now, a shell of sorts. 

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❝     it’s a mess ! your whole thing, it’s just —     ❞     she shook her head again, wishing she had better words to get her point across. she held her head in her hands for a second, blowing out a breathe, and looked at kelsi again, tears starting to form.     ❝     a mess.    ❞

       ‘ it’s not a MESS!!! ‘ she responds, offended. it WAS a mess, though. her life had become a long line of distractions from her depression, from the mess her life was, from her crumbling relationship with marisol - from everything. ‘ i’m HAPPY, i thought you’d WANT that for me. ‘

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