It’s so weird to think that on Wednesday, my entire life might change. Christmas would be different, my birthday would be different, Phillip Island would be different, every single day would be different. And the scary part is they probably will be.
Bows And Brogues
!!Sarah Blasko at the ARIAS!!
(She’s at the very end.)
Oh my goodness, her at the ARIAs last night was too perfect for words.
I want this hair now please.
I hate people who go on and on about how Twilight is sooo anti-feminist
“Oh my god, Edward won’t let Bella drive her own car!”
“Oh my god, Edward watches Bella sleep!”
“Oh my god, Edward stop her from being crushed by a speeding car!”
OH MY GOD, IT’S A BOOK ABOUT A FICTIONAL VAMPIRE AND A FICTIONAL GIRL, AND IF A GIRL ACTUALLY GROWS UP AND DATES CONTROLLING GUYS BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE LIKE BELLA THEN GOOD FOR HER, I HOPE SHE HAS A VERY UNHAPPY, UNFULFILLING LIFE!
For me, feminism is about choice, and Bella CHOOSES to be in all these relationships. If someone wants to be totally dependent on a man for the rest of their life, and that makes them happy, I think they’re a feminist. Just as long as they know they can grow out their armpit hair and move to the Saharian desert if they want to.
I don’t like Twilight, I just wish everyone would get off their high horse and worry about themselves, and not one frickin’ book.
sometimes simply thinking about my existence and that of others can be the weirdest feeling. like when you stare at your hands and think “wow these are my hands and they move and they grasp and my pinky cannot curl properly without the help of my ring finger” and for the rest of the day all you can do is attempt to curl your pinky without your ring finger curling also.
With my lightning bolts a glowin’
I can’t see where I am going.
Stand By Me, 1986
