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letmetouchyourbutt:

And they say romance is dead

marshmellows

letmetouchyourbutt:

And they say romance is dead

marshmellows

thesoftghetto:

but he didn’t have a job, car, education, house, or ambition when you met him
yo bad

bruh

thesoftghetto:

but he didn’t have a job, car, education, house, or ambition when you met him

yo bad

bruh

nonstaff:

ahkmenra-h:

hellabitcoins:

sansaspark:

magconbabe-matt:

This shit better work

HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE


what if we all got paper lol

GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

*quietly looks at August 2025*

but I get my paycheck tomorrow

nonstaff:

ahkmenra-h:

hellabitcoins:

sansaspark:

magconbabe-matt:

This shit better work

HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE

what if we all got paper lol
GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

*quietly looks at August 2025*

but I get my paycheck tomorrow

lastcellontheleft:

FANNIBALS! DID YOU MISS THE SDCC PANNIBAL? WANT TO MAKE THAT PAIN A LITTLE MORE BEARABLE?

LOOK NO FURTHER THAN LASTCELLONTHELEFT’S SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON 2014 HANNIBAL GIVEAWAY!!!!

While some of us in the Fannibal community were able to attend SDCC, many couldn’t, and it is because of that I am going to be giving away one of the super hard-to-find ‘Bloody Hannibal’ Funko Pop! dolls (LE 1500) and three usb copies of the SDCC exclusive Hannibal soundtrack.

RULES:

  1. Likes count
  2. Reblog as many times as you want
  3. I will ship anywhere, including overseas
  4. Keep your ask box open
  5. As this is a giveaway for my followers, you need to be following either ‘lastcellontheleft’ or my main blog ‘onawingandaswear’

THE GIVEAWAY WILL END AUGUST 15TH AT 10PM EST AND WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED AND CONTACTED ON THE 16TH.

And a big thank you to huuuuughdancy for creating the banner!

OP here! If we break 1000 notes on this post, I’ll up the number of soundtrack-copy winners and throw in some non-Hannibal SDCC swag!

ohbabyv:

Mine - A short film from Fordham University for Campus Movie Fest 2014. Out of over 100 films, it won Best Actress and got nominated for Best Drama. Mine has since been promoted by organizations like End Violence Against Women International, and it is a finalist in the Campus MovieFest national wild card competition.

The story follows Lucy as she performs a spoken word poem about the sometimes subtle way abusive relationships can develop. 

The poem:

People make a big deal about eyes
but it was really the wrinkle in his forehead that caught me
as he fumbled to write down his number.

We fell in love like children running downhill:
wind whipping past, parading each other to our friends, 
to the sky, to the old couples we imagined as our future selves.  

When he moved in, I swore he fused with the house.
I could hear his sigh in the hum of my ceiling fan
I could taste him in my coffee
And anyone could see him in my poetry.

The grooves in his palm spoke of tragedies.
A frayed lifeline spread to the pinky-tip
I traced along those calloused patches
and kissed the scars on his knuckles

When you love hard enough, you can embrace those scars
And when you love long enough you excuse or even ignore
almost imperceptible changes in the terrain:
when he gripped me a bit tighter a bit more often
when “how are you?” became “where were you?”

In college I learned that in World War I,
soldiers rarely wrote about their misery.
They were living a new kind of nightmare,
so what good were the same old words and metaphors?

Poets died in those trenches.
I thought of them as I tiptoed 
around the landmines that littered our home.
When you live in a battlefield, 
where do you find energy to pick up a pen?

Like a numbed soldier I lived from moment to moment,
and when the moments were sweet 
(and many were) I savored them
Because nothing tastes as good as hope

Because even on the bad days
when it seemed an eyelash could set him off
when he threatened to leave the apartment or this world
still each night he would murmur into my ear
that these were the natural ups and downs of love.

But there is nothing natural about war.
He was my comrade, sinking into the trenches,
grasping at my face, my arm, my collar bone
I wanted to rescue him
If that meant bearing his blows 
and his slurred insults, I would do it
If I could’ve swallowed his sadness, I would have.

My friends considered me M.I.A., but I reported for duty every day
and would’ve marched unto death if she hadn’t made me listen.
In that moment I realized I wasn’t his comrade but a prisoner of his war
And after two years and seven months, I finally made a break for it.

Some nights I find myself clicking through old memories.
I marvel at the smiles and the closeness
and realize that these are the images
which remain with me most vividly.
When time has had its way with me,
has softened the edges of my memory,
I’m afraid I’ll only remember his charms:
the crook of his arm, the way he said “hey baby.”
I’m afraid I’ll miss these ideas of him.

But then I remember those poets
and how long they lived in those trenches
and the mornings I spent crying into my breakfast
And now when I pick up my pen
it is heavy, but it is firm.
I lean into it like a staff as I tread the ground
that hardened beneath me the moment I let you go.
The ink smudges my hands like war paint
I am bruised from battle, but I am not a casualty of his war
I am free. I am free. I am mine.

the-scorpio-soul:

(Yeah. Bet that’s the first time you’ve ever seen that feature on an astrology blog.)

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Yeah. Now you’re interested, aren’t you?

…That’s what I thought.

FACTS ABOUT NOVEMBER CAKES:

  • They were invented by a woman named Maggie Stiefvater, who is a Scorpio.

irerisitahiri:

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