selfless, cold, and composed.

Samantha and other variations of that. Art lover and creator. Sometimes NSFW 18+


I was a mad woman, I wanted California to fall into the sea, and I wanted to fall in with it, to be swallowed by a thing so big, so huge, so utterly enormous that I would disappear into absolute nothingness. I wanted to see it heave and slide and fall with the greatest roar and rumble the world had ever known, and I wanted to go down with it, because once I went down with it , I wouldnt have to think about how scattered were the fragments of my life and mind. If the fragments wouldn't come together and function for me, then let them fly apart, scatter, and be gone weightless throughout the universe. Let freedom reign. Let nothing matter. That was my belief.

You’re not unreliable - your health is.

—shout out to all my chronically ill people who get shit for being late, for cancelling, because their health prevents them, and feel like jerks because of it. It’s not your fault. (via runningonspoons)

I needed this as my hand cramped up into a ball.

(via boundunbound)

(Source: sickfacemcgee, via boundunbound)

We live in a society that’s sexist in ways it doesn’t understand. One of the consequences is that men are extremely sensitive to being criticized by women. I think it threatens them in a very primal way, and male privilege makes them feel free to lash out.

This is why women are socialized to carefully dance around these issues, disagreeing with men in an extremely gentle manner. Not because women are nicer creatures than men. But because our very survival can depend on it.

No skin thick enough: The daily harassment of women in the game industry

The whole article sadly hits very close to home.

(via rosalarian)

(via skatelin)