A Long Night at Camp Blood

codingandtea:

deanasana:

lettersfromtitan:

stultiloquentia:

azephirin:

I am a woman. I am a practicing attorney. I am the only woman in my office over the age of 35 who doesn’t color her hair. I have some gray, but not a lot yet, and I never seriously considered coloring my hair until this job. I don’t want to: it’s expensive and a pain in the ass to keep up. About a year ago, I was in court, and a female attorney walked in with curly, bobbed, naturally gray hair, and her mere act of publicly displaying her natural hair color seemed not just unusual but defiant. Meanwhile many men in my office and in the courts have gray hair, and I doubt anyone thinks twice about it.

Same in my office.  I’ve got a lot of grey, still mostly hiding under a solidly brown top layer, but I’ve got no plans to dye.  My mother’s silver is gorgeous.

My grey is coming in a bright, shocking silver, if it weren’t, I might be less into it, but I’m into it.

I will stop dying my hair red the day it’s grey

I was just telling my mom that the moment my hair goes grey/white I am letting my natural hair color grow out.

(Source: violenceandscience)


I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.

— Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via lullabysounds)

(Source: 5000letters)