"Necrophilia is, of course, the end of the story. Marilyn Monroe is far more desirable now than she is dead. Our culture’s oldest stories associate dead women with glamour and sex appeal. Snow White and Sleeping Beauty are most desirable when most nearly dead, and we especially love to tell stories about women who die for love— Cleopatra, Dido, Hero, Ariadne, Phaedra, Semele, Semiramis, Isolde, to name just a few. It’s so familiar a story that we might better ask which beautiful women don’t die at the end of a tale… To mourn a beautiful woman clearly pleases us.”
-Churchwell, The Many LIves of Marilyn Monroe
It’s that time of the semester again… where i stop caring, turn in something that I know isn’t up to par… then cry when I get the grade. I just want this to be over.
I’m so bored. And I’m so done with Tumblr.
me too. and im busy so i shouldn’t even be on here
This is from my phone:
I’m insanely sad.
It’s all my fault, but that fact doesn’t make me feel any better.
if it’s your fault, then it shouldn’t make you feel any better. Either way, I’m sending your bubble a hug, do with it what you will.
I am so fucking done
I’m putting this here because I need to vent and if you don’t want to read a rant then don’t read it.
imperialmog asked: Happy Birthday to you. I followed your friend's recommendation and wanted to wish you a great day today.
No… but… like, thanks. i-just-suck-so-much is a nutjob but i hate her with an r and i just very much heart you.
and you get a random picture of the jello angel we made on my kitchen floor.
cause you are an angel.