A Walking Contradiction

Kennedi. 18. Gay. Writer. Hopeless Romantic. I do not like to limit my blog to any single thing.
My ask is always available.

themagicm:

Alison Hendrix - The Musical

Well I did manage to get the lyrics down:
And we will sing sing sing away the hours
Shout til our throats are sore
And we will raise our voices to the heavens
God himself will hear a mighty roar
And we will wipe wipe wipe away the plasma
Scrub off every stain
Since I cannot control my asthma I’ll sand by to entertain

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Bastille

—Pompeii (Gender Pitched)

yeah-ditto-obvs:

counterpunches:

shiksa-feminista:

riningear:

Pompeii 
(pitched to different “gender”)

Sorry for low-tier quality, I just really wanted to hear what this would sound like. 

HOLY FUCK

if they ever make a movie about my life make sure this is on the soundtrack

lilylawlesss:

arabellesicardi:

lea seydoux was never hotter than when she did those video interviews for w magazine she could sell me patriarchy if she was marketing it just sitting on a stool in a leather jacket with messy hair 

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(via ninosbrain)

i-effed-it-all-up:

it is my headcanon that cosima was one of those kids in high school who was a stoner and still got incredible grades despite seemingly not giving a fuck and pissed off all the national honor society kids

i want you to imagine that the D is the most important thing in your life

—an actual thing that my piano teacher said to me today (via cosimaclonehaus)

crash-mcbarason:

to people that sleep with their bedroom doors open:you are brave but you are going to die young

But what if my cats want to come in the room??

(via antiquitynightmares)