Everybody Knows The End

Melissa. Twenty-something. New Zealand. 1/2 Taiwanese. Sometimes actress, singer, dancer. Always writer, artist, single mother. Nerd. I like pretty things. I live and breathe musical theatre. And books. A lot of books.

There is nothing more incredible than the human mind, so use it, imagine, create and indulge.

I have other sites and things.
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boneycircus:

team-joebama:

heckboy:

zeldatitsgerald:

beastregards:

another way to ruin a pop classic with teenage angst.  Cyndi Lauper would be turning in her freshly dug grave

ah yEs, those angsty teenage years when overdramatic girls go through that oh-so-trivial phase of believing they deserve fundamental human rights a hah ha *wipes a stray tear of mirth*

Cyndi Laupers not even dead

Cyndi Lauper is a long-time activist for human rights and would most likely be holding the damn sign herself

"It is not a dirty word, "feminism." I just think that women belong in the human population with the same rights as everybody else. … The problem is, "A feminist looks like this, or is like that." We are taught not to like ourselves as women, we are taught what we’re supposed to look like, what our measurements are supposed to be. I never hear what measurements men are supposed to be. Just women.”
  - Cyndi Lauper

boneycircus:

team-joebama:

heckboy:

zeldatitsgerald:

beastregards:

another way to ruin a pop classic with teenage angst.  Cyndi Lauper would be turning in her freshly dug grave

ah yEs, those angsty teenage years when overdramatic girls go through that oh-so-trivial phase of believing they deserve fundamental human rights a hah ha *wipes a stray tear of mirth*

Cyndi Laupers not even dead

Cyndi Lauper is a long-time activist for human rights and would most likely be holding the damn sign herself

"It is not a dirty word, "feminism." I just think that women belong in the human population with the same rights as everybody else. … The problem is, "A feminist looks like this, or is like that." We are taught not to like ourselves as women, we are taught what we’re supposed to look like, what our measurements are supposed to be. I never hear what measurements men are supposed to be. Just women.

  - Cyndi Lauper

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peetalikestoast:

i really hate it when people say you shouldn’t use the computer or watch tv before going to bed and instead you should read a book because you need winding down time or you won’t sleep. ha ha good one do you know what happens if i start a book before bed?! i end up fucking finishing it that’s what

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Headaches, nausea, vomiting, chronic weight loss, high blood pressure, fatigue, dizzy/fainting spells, periods every couple of weeks, constantly hungry/eating, and the doctors have no idea what to do with me because I keep denying that I have an eating disorder bECAUSE I DON’T HAVE ONE.

And yet they don’t want to check and see if I have a thyroid or immune deficiency problem. Go figure.

Hopefully yet ANOTHER doctor appointment will mean they actually do something about all this.

So viciously over being sick.

One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.

I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.

And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?

It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.

The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.

And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.

But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.

So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.

Open, Not Empty - John Paul Brammer (via johnpaulbrammer)

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1. What’s your name? Melissa

2. When is your birthday? May 28 1990

3. Where are you from? New Zealand

4. Have a crush? I possess a wondrous Shauwn

5. What’s your favorite color? Red

6. Write something in caps: HEMOGLOBIN

7. Got a favorite band/artist? Jellyfish

8. Favorite number? 69 giggidy

9. Favorite drink? DRINK ALL THE TEA

10. Tag 10 people: All the people I could tag have already done this so no :P

mandopony:

fire-blast-pegasus:

ohsocialjustice:

A very good way of going about explaining this issue. It’s good to see something positive come from Tumblr.

REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.

And the reblog button was hit so quickly that it actually was reblogged BEFORE it was clicked

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I want to get in an argument with your mouth
that neither of us can win,
tongues twisted up like roots.

I want to kiss you and feel like I am growing.

excerpt from “Between Your Anxieties And My Pen” by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

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