Marina and the Diamonds performing at St. Andrews Hall in Detroit on May 22nd, 2013. 

Charli XCX performing at St. Andrew’s Hall in Detroit, Michigan on May 22nd

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See what your followers think of you.

Black: I would date you.
Green: I think you’re cute.
Blue: You are my tumblr crush.
Grey: I wish you would notice me.
Purple: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Teal: We have a lot in common.
Yellow: FUCK ME, LET'S FUCK.
Orange: I don’t like your blog.
Brown: I don’t like you.
Pink: I think you are unattractive.
Red: I hate you with a burning passion.
White: Marry me.

If you have ever peeled an onion, then you know that the first thin, papery layer reveals another thin, papery layer, and that layer reveals another, and another, and before you know it you have hundreds of layers all over the kitchen table and thousands of tears in your eyes, sorry that you ever started peeling in the first place and wishing that you had left the onion alone to wither away on the shelf of the pantry while you went on with your life, even if that meant never again enjoying the complicated and overwhelming taste of this strange and bitter vegetable.

Lemony Snicket (via paradoxicalsentiments)

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succeedin:

aww

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feru-leru:

Hey Moon by Collage al Infinito by Trasvorder on Flickr.

moving-to-neverland:

The dark, seemingly never ending hallways are a challenge. She faces it everyday, head on, like a warrior more than the princess she appears to be. There are words, whispered under other’s breath, sharp and biting and brutal. They say she will not know love in her lifetime, they call her - with much distaste, with much bitterness on their tongues - unlovable. The warrior moves through life like it is a journey in the books she has buried her soul inside, the places she has hidden because outside her room lies the hallways, and though she is strong, she cannot always destroy the webs of words that form as each passerby mumbles their comments in her direction. She wants, desperately, to prove that her outward appearance reflects nothing of what is within her; that beneath the heavy makeup there is a face that never feels right because everyone has told her how it should look, how it should be. The makeup is armor that she paints it on to hide the uncertainty she feels. So they call her unlovable, they tell her she is the type of girl no man wants more than once, they say she will never find her place in this world because a girl that looks like her is nothing more than the makeup on her face and the clothes that she wears. But what they don’t know, what they can’t see from the outside, is that she is a warrior, not a princess. 

And, truthfully, she was never looking for a prince in the first place. 

Life is beautiful when you live it – really experience it – not when you are more concerned about appearing beautiful as you try to live. When you think of your happiest times, were they in front of the mirror? Were you happiest when you were working to appear attractive or beautiful to others? Happiness and beauty come from doing, acting, being – outside the confines of being looked at.

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