A bird with a French Fry

Clutz, lovely, plop, Wonder Woman.
Banana. A much more interesting way to start off.

I follow under the URL margaretmarginallystrange! This is a side-blog! Not to mention it's sort of half a journal and half a place to store things that make me happy.

chevalier-de-seingalt:

travalicious:

You run a bit like a toddler who’s escaped their home in the nude with hopes not to be captured… And I must say that the flailing limbs only aid in this comparison.

Cold water, was it?


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Lana Del Rey

—Driving In Cars With Boys

driving in cars with boys-lana del rey

better version

(Source: gloriouspond)

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—Lana Del Rey - Driving in Cars with Boys (Final Version)

outgrowndreams:

This song is going to be my summer jam.

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Samuel L. Jackson

—Go the F--k to Sleep

sassy-gay-jake-english:

mlysza:

ooh-mister-harkness:

nemesismess:

The book “Go the Fuck to Sleep”
Narrated by Samuel L. Jackson

Before you fall asleep tonight, just listen to this

Just imagine Nick Fury reading this to Thor so he can fall asleep

I always reblog this on principle but the Avengers context puts a whole new spin on things

JESUS

I’m sick in my bed, this is so helpful XD

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Inspired by this post Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, chickadees!

Inspired by this post

Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, chickadees!

I know I have two years left until my graduation. And I know that so much can happen in two years. But with all the goodbyes going on right now with Caro, Feli, Cornelius and Wally graduating and leaving I can’t help but feel completely confronted with the immanence of my own departure. When I turn eighteen next year I’m going to have to choose between american citizenship and german citizenship and then I have to stick with that. And I know what I’m going to choose, I think.

I miss my home, I miss the language, the people, the places, the chances that I don’t have here, the life that was taken from me, or rather, the life I was taken from. I don’t know much about it, but I’m open, and I know I’m going to leave someday anyway.

But this school, it’s become my second home. They say there’s that one teacher you’ll meet, who will push you to your limits and enable you to go beyond, who’ll grow into a part of you and vice versa and for me now I have two very different, and very amazing ‘teachers’. Firstly my wonderful director of three turbulant years, she pushes me and helps me be who she knows I can be, who I know I am.

And my greek teacher, who, though she realises that I really suck ass at greek, is still supportive. She looks past grades and goes after the why behind them if you let her. And she is understanding. She’s the only adult who really has an idea of my homelife and the pressure and she does everything she can to help.But the best thing she does is respect me, which is not something many adults in my everyday life do. She accepts me, just as I am, because she isn’t trying to change me. Like my mother, who cannot accept the fact that I am an introverted, artistic, soft and queer person. My greek teacher doesn’t care about all that, all she needs to know is that I’m working as hard as I am and that I actually care about what I do. She even tells me to lay off of some work at times, because she realises when I’m at the brink of breaking down.

And after four-five years of social sufferring, or sufferring in general… I’ve made friends that really care about me. And I love them and I’m grateful that they love me. And it was really hard to make those friends sometimes and I really love them so…so, so much. Having to leave them hurts, it really does. But I know I’ll have to. And then there’s Tim. I have no idea about where that is going, but I know that I have a time limit. Even if we did get together and even if it lasted two whole years I know that I could never ask anyone to leave their life behind for me, long distance is not an option for me and I know that if I stayed for someone I would grow to resent them for it. So that’s another impending goodbye.

Best is to concentrate on what I know, I guess. I know what I like to do, I know what I’m good at, I know what I need to do academically and I know that I really, really feel grateful for allergy meds.

A fun fact

I have an Ass teddy, which is really just a teddy that is wearing a T-shirt that says “You have the greatest ass in the world”

I really need to bake cookies again. Of course, only the easy-bake kind. But still. Cookies are cookies.

I really need to bake cookies again.

Of course, only the easy-bake kind. But still. Cookies are cookies.

I have come to the conclusion that there are only two lives for me.


Acting and writing, helping people by speaking out to them through my work in a more extrovertial way.


Or owning a little bookstore/being a librarian, writing and leading a quieter life, still acting on smaller stages, helping people wherever I can with my somewhat more introvertial ways.

The way I see it, I can have both. Start out with life2, grow into life1 and end it by combining the two peacefully.

  • Wally: I look fucking hot in my new suit.
  • Me: Your new slut?!
  • Wally: NO!!! Suit!
  • Wally: Well. I look fucking hot in my new slut, too.

So, this is a short summary of the play we performed, “The Playboy of the Western World”

Please consider that we rewrote some roles,my character is Lorna, she’s the only one with common sense, was written for me, she isn’t in the original.
  • So I play Lorna
  • and her huband is an idiot
  • but harmless
  • and she’s friends with Michael
  • who runs a pub
  • and his daughter, Pegeen, is really tough
  • and one day Chris comes in, he’s foreign and somewhat wimpy
  • but it turns out he killed his father
  • and they think that’s great
  • and strong and tough and awesome
  • so they think he is strong and tough and awesome
  • except Lorna
  • she thinks he’s an idiot
  • she thinks everyone there is an idiot
  • and there’s a widow named Quin
  • she killed her husband somewhat accidently
  • and she’s a slut
  • and she wants Chris
  • Pegeen wants Chris
  • Chris wants Pegeen
  • And then out of nowhere, Chris’ father arrives
  • and he’s not dead
  • and Chris just thought he killed him
  • so in the meantime
  • Chris has become strong and tough and some sort of awesome
  • a sort of hero
  • Lorna still thinks he’s an idiot
  • and so she finds out that Quin is trying to manipulate everyone, including Lorna, but that backfires
  • and Lorna runs after his father and tells him everything
  • and so right before Pegeen and Chris are going to marry
  • the father comes in
  • and all hell breaks loose
  • and Chris turns back into a wimpy guy for a moment, before going crazy and trying to kill everyone
  • so he and his father fight and Chris kills him then and there
  • and everyone is shocked
  • and scared
  • and he thinks they’ll think he’s a hero again
  • but now they’ve witnessed a murder
  • so they try to tie him up for the police
  • and Pegeen is pissed because he lied about his father
  • so she doesn’t want him
  • Quin is just deep in shit by now
  • Lorna is in awe of everyones stupidity
  • and then
  • the father comes in
  • again
  • still not dead
  • and Lorna just stares like omg really
  • really Chris
  • really
  • and then
  • The Father is proud of his son
  • for being “strong and tough and awesome” and trying to kill him
  • and they leave, saying the people there are idiots
  • Everyone is shocked
  • Lorna can’t believe the immense stupidity of everyone and the sheer lack of sense that the Father and Chris and the people are showing
  • But she just shrugs and moves on
  • her husband shrugs and moves on
  • so do the people
  • Pegeen is pissed, because she could have had Chris
  • Quin is already after some new guy probably
  • the end

Dress I got in Istanbul <3

Dress I got in Istanbul <3