"I feel like watching my dating life has become a bit of a national pastime, and I’m just not comfortable providing that kind of entertainment anymore. I don’t like seeing slide shows of guys I’ve apparently dated. I don’t like giving comedians the opportunity to make jokes about me at awards shows. I don’t like it when headlines read ‘Careful, Bro, She’ll Write a Song About You,’ because it trivializes my work. And most of all, I don’t like how all these factors add up to build the pressure so high in a new relationship that it gets snuffed out before it even has a chance to start. And so I just don’t date."




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MYTHOLOGY MEME  |  [3/9] GREEK GODS & GODDESSES » MORPHEUS 

Morpheus was the god of dreams in greek mythology. He was one of the three Oneiroi, sons of the god of sleep, Hypnos. Along with his two brothers, Phobetor (“nightmares”) and Phantasos (“illusion”), he was a diety of the underworld and would appear in the dreams of kings and rulers as a forebearer of omens and messages.


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“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.”
― Pablo Picasso


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which is even funnier because she’s the reason lesbians are called lesbians. she was know as sappho of lesbos and her poems were all about her love for women

no im totally not a lesbo my super actual husband is dick allcocks from man island i’m megahet


I must now become the actual leader, the face, the voice, the embodiment of the revolution.”


"Her bus came and she did not let go. They tightened their embrace and went on kissing while people edged past them in a queue. She was crying onto his cheek and her sorrow stretched her lips against his. She pulled away, squeezed his wrist and got on without a word and didn’t look back… and as the bus began to move he realised he should have gone with her, all the way to the hospital. He had thrown away minutes in her company. he began to run along Whitehall , hoping to catch up with her at the next stop. But her bus was far ahead, and soon disappearing towards Parliament Square." — Ian McEwan, Atonement.