Fairfax Gardens Dweller

A princess's taste on a commoner's income...
20 something, underachieving, binge drinking, chain smoking, wishful thinking, somewhat annoying, princess in training.

July 31, 2014 11:58 am
she-got-swagg-yaheard:


how could you not reblog this i mean really


Mr. Morgan Freeman

she-got-swagg-yaheard:

how could you not reblog this i mean really

Mr. Morgan Freeman

(Source: pickanumber1to10, via sweet-sour-ripe-juicy)

11:58 am

flash-thunder:

Women make up 45% of the gaming community and 0% of the protagonists of the 25 biggest games of the year.

"Yes, but that’s still a minority! If more women played video games, there would be more reason to have female protagonists!"

Men make up 35% of the cinema audience and 84% of the protagonists of the 25 biggest movies of the year.

(via liquidswords-)

July 30, 2014 8:31 am

thorxndor:

I was sitting on my friends bed with her when she came out as gay

and I was looking through a Chinese food pamphlet

so I put it down, looked at her and said “I was going to suggest ordering food but I see now you’d prefer to eat out”

and I don’t think she’s ever really forgave me  

(via alanabl00m)

8:28 am 8:25 am
"Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman."

John Berger (via quotethat)

(via theheartofartemis)

8:22 am
"

WAYS HE WILL BREAK YOU:

i. He’ll make you believe that your body is his shelter. He will tear your chest open and make a home for himself between your heart and your lungs, and when he decides to leave you he will break every one of your ribs on his way out.

ii. He holds you the way he holds his burnt out cigarettes. You will find yourself hanging at the edges of his lips, swaying back and forth in his mouth until his tongue pushes you back out and drops you like ashes beneath his feet. He will walk away with pieces of you stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

iii. He never calls you his work of art, instead his words hang around ‘a work in progress’. You’ll carry the colors of autumn on your skin, and he will tell you that you are his favorite canvas for painting. He teaches you that art should feel like a punch in the gut or a slap across the face and soon enough your body will feel less like a masterpiece and more like discolored pages torn out of scrapbooks.

iv. Trying to reach him will be like clashing through ocean waves with anchors tied around your feet. And you’ve never learned how to swim against the tides when your paper body is dissolving in saltwater. You will swim to him like he is your lighthouse and you are a stranded boat but he will never catch you when your body lands against the docks.

v. On nights he will carry the bitter aftertaste of cheap beer and other women between his teeth, he’ll convince you that your love is his only drug. You will only know love as slippery kisses along your chest and fingers digging into your back and empty words finding their way into your ears in the dark and you will only know the love he wants you to know.

"

"I’m still in love with my abuser." by rb (via rbcages)

(Source: , via theheartofartemis)

8:19 am
beesmygod:

what a weird piano

beesmygod:

what a weird piano

(Source: cute-overload, via alanabl00m)

July 29, 2014 5:53 pm

Oh how nice it would be to not have to get up at 6am every fucking day.

I’m so fed up of life.

4:15 pm
sproutlett:

exdaisy:

this hit me hard

this is so clever

sproutlett:

exdaisy:

this hit me hard

this is so clever

(Source: repaving, via always-coldplay)

July 28, 2014 6:39 pm

runningoncoals:

I am literally both of them at the same time

(Source: spectacularspectacular, via toejamjoolz)