Glass dreams, feathered hearts.

mari-sue: Fanime print #5 For sale here. babies <3

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 23:01:11 -0400

mari-sue:

Fanime print #5

For sale here.

babies <3

gamesyweas:

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 22:50:53 -0400

gamesyweas:

So, my mom brought over a 'friend' this morning to spend some quality time together. And since things are starting to get pretty serious between them, she decided to finally introduce him to me before running back into their 'love nest.' This was our first conversation.

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 10:21:24 -0400

So, my mom brought over a 'friend' this morning to spend some quality time together. And since things are starting to get pretty serious between them, she decided to finally introduce him to me before running back into their 'love nest.' This was our first conversation.

Him: Hi there!
Me: Hello.
Him:.....nice to meet you, I'm just...me, wearin' my spring colors, y'know!
Me: Yeah. I'm wearing my pajamas. Cause you know, I was sleeping.
Mom: Yes, well it's great you guys met, we'll be--
Me: I know.
Him: We'll be...playing checkers, yeah checkers.
Me:
Him:
Me: *whisper* I've played checkers down there too.

When you feel you are nothingand your existence means nullyour thoughts, feelings, opinions are of...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 01:49:44 -0400

When you feel you are nothing
and your existence means null
your thoughts, feelings, opinions are of no value

There is truly only one place where one can be reminded
Of their importance and inner self.
A place where you’re most vulnerable, truly honest
A place of comfort and safety, even within a home

A bed, a room, a scent, a song
Or even within someone’s arms
Not just ‘things’, but the walls painted with the memories
Of your tears, confessions, prayers, and milestones
And the security of knowing you have your own personal sanctuary

To keep from believing
The very nothing they claim you are beyond the safety of
A bed, a room, a scent, a song.

And now it’s gone
Torn away
Because you are nothing
Your existence means null
your thoughts, feelings, and opinions
are of no value.

You are exposed
Your world is bare.
Once surrounded by the comfort of memories
But now empty, unfamiliar walls

Now, you are trapped within yourself
With a hollow chest of nothing.

skate0graphy: omfg I can’t

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 01:18:24 -0400

skate0graphy:

omfg I can’t

joshifereverlark: forever-merthur: omgtsn: therealmrslovett: ...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 01:11:56 -0400

joshifereverlark:

forever-merthur:

omgtsn:

therealmrslovett:

earthfolk:

Because you don’t want to sound neolithic when you’re throwing a temper tantrum.

Because everyone should have this on their blog

useful for class

Clotpole.

MY TEACHER ACTUALLY GAVE US THIS LIST AND WE USED IT FOR A WHOLE CLASS

pretzelcoatlus: rakaakakka-fili-kili-bowtie: danyul-and-filup: princess-hardy: what if we are...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:22:56 -0400

pretzelcoatlus:

rakaakakka-fili-kili-bowtie:

danyul-and-filup:

princess-hardy:

what if we are reincarnated when we die and when we’re babies we still remember who we used to be and that’s why we cry so much as babies, because of how our old lives are gone ..and the older we get we start to forget who we used to be in a previous life.

well fuck

#And the calm and quiet babies who don’t cry are people who had really bad lives and are just grateful for a second chance

…I-I was one of those babies.

ooh~i love his kissesv//u//v Haven’t posted anything in a whilejust thought I’d share...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 01:01:56 -0400

ooh~
i love his kisses
v//u//v

Haven’t posted anything in a while
just thought I’d share that there were cliche butterflies
and heart fluttering

yis, much cheese
but hmm<33

dat boi
like velvet I tell you.

shh.

i-have-good-vibes: creduli: russiandirectionerandbelieber: a-c...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 01:07:39 -0400

i-have-good-vibes:

creduli:

russiandirectionerandbelieber:

a-cidlife:

vans-supreme:

exhele:

dysphorism:

princess-margaret:

yourblazesburn:

osteogenesis-imperfecta:

straightinatbella:

thatmissunderstoodkid:

frank-1e:

okleave:

reblog and make a wish

this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so

i have to

why not

i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

here goes nothing

well lets see

love this

i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post

and now he’s my bf

..WISHING AGAIN. YAY

you :(

Not going to lie, I made a wish when I reblogged this this morning, and my wish came true an hour ago.

I’M SCREAMING I FORGET WHAT I WISHED FOR WHEN I ORIGINALLY SAW THIS AWHILE AGO BUT I THINK I WISHED FOR 1/5 AND I GOT THAT??? HOLY R234RWEDFSCSDGDFSF

whATS LIFE OMG THE NOTES

i made a wish the other day and it came true no joke

wishing again <3

Photo

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 01:07:11 -0400

haylike-needle-of-death: june-and-the-ocean: egberts: if you try to tell me cold doesnt have a...

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 23:32:43 -0400

haylike-needle-of-death:

june-and-the-ocean:

egberts:

if you try to tell me cold doesnt have a smell you’re wrong

when its really cold you can literally smell how cold it is

SWEET JESUS

SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS

OH MY GOD.

I TELL PEOPLE THAT IT SMELLS “SHARP” WHEN IT’S COLD AND PEOPLE THINK I’M FUCKING INSANE.

DEAR CHRIST

this^

tech2upport: I work for an orchestra that has rehearsals at a...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 23:58:33 -0400

tech2upport:

I work for an orchestra that has rehearsals at a local high school, and they did paper mache art all around the school, including this Portal-lized Coke machine.

adsdfgdsdfghMY HIGHSCHOOL.

graceebooks: misscaitlindash: auroralynne: tortle: raideo: t...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 23:50:29 -0400

graceebooks:

misscaitlindash:

auroralynne:

tortle:

raideo:

tony-bad-ass-stark:

marvelousmischief:

princessdust:

thingsaredifferenthere:

Is this what it feels like to have a period?

yes

exactly

roughly, yeah

that is actually the best description ive ever come across. It’s like this exactly

I wonder if people realize we’re not even being sarcastic.

Oh, my… The worst part is that we’re not being sarcastic.

Literally the level of sarcasm here is 0%

i can like feel the exact pain looking at this

florence-the-fish: theletterwschristmarseflap: staycalmhavehope...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 19:42:48 -0400

florence-the-fish:

theletterwschristmarseflap:

staycalmhavehope:

crownmalone:

pixierose1:

pussyharvest:

danielmcbatman:

cougarmeat:

Men feel the pressures of society just as much as women. Through my internet searches I have come across nothing that encourages body positivity in men. This needs to change.

Please, tell me of the struggles this dude faces as a white male. I’m really interested in hearing about the alternate reality that he inhabits.

WHAT A DUMBASS POST

CRY HARDER WHITE BOY

Booohooooo who says all girls wanna look like barbie dipshit

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you guys honestly saying that just because he’s a man and white? Are you fucking kidding me? You all do realize what you’re technically saying right? You’re pretty much saying that that this guy has no right to be sad because there are people out there who have it worse. I thought that was one of the main things you never tell a person with depression, so why are any of you saying that here?

Seriously, what world do you guys live in? What if a white man abused as a child? What if they were told that they were not good enough by their family and and people around him? Do you think every white guy lives a life where everybody loves them, nobody thinks they’re ugly and they get everything they want by simply asking for it once? You have to be a complete fool to believe that.

Are you trying to tell me that a white person can’t be depressed because he is “privileged over everybody else”? Let me put it to you like this: Let’s say a white man loses his job, is insecure about his body (because maybe he’s not very tall or muscular, which is what society today tells a man he should look like), and has no friends. Now let’s say you have a successful black business woman who makes a lot of money, has a great social life, but also has depression. Which one of these two people has more right to be depressed? The answer: NEITHER!!!! Because depression is not always about how successful you are life or what you have. Depression is feeling that you’re not a good enough person no matter who you are and how hard you try.

All you that contributed to the above commentary should be ashamed of yourselves. There are people out there, include white boys, who hate themselves because of their looks. They will self harm just like anybody else with self hate issues, but none of you care. All you care about is their gender and skin color. I’d hate to see what any of you would say if ever met a cutter that happened to be a white guy. What would you say when if showed you his scars? Would you laugh in his face? What if he told you that he attempted suicide? Would you roll your eyes at him?

None of you are any better than those racist and sexist people you claim to hate so much. You don’t want equality. You want anybody that shares physical similarities with “the oppressor” to feel like shit. You want people who to be looked down upon because of the their race and gender; two things they have no control over. How is that any better than someone belittling a black/hispanic/asian/etc person because of a broad and untrue generalization?

I’ve come to realize this important fact: Tumblr isn’t the safe haven for logical people that so many people want to claim it is. It’s full immature, hypocritical , and ignorant people just like any other website. I don’t care if I lose followers because of this. This has to stop.

^this is probably one of the best things I’ve read.

The last paragraph. If I wasn’t on mobile I’d bold the everliving Hell out of it for emphasis.

bold-ed the last bit for person above

DEAN CAME BACK. AND I FINALLY FOUND CASSIE. SDFGHSAXDFGHJGFDCFGHJKI wanna try a femDean costume. I...

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 00:03:00 -0500

DEAN CAME BACK.

AND I FINALLY FOUND CASSIE.

SDFGHSAXDFGHJGFDCFGHJK
I wanna try a femDean costume. I swear.

“My name’s Deandra. Call me Dean.”

turquoiseload: hazeglow: abner-vanslyk: nightmareloki: chatte...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 23:45:50 -0500

turquoiseload:

hazeglow:

abner-vanslyk:

nightmareloki:

chatterboxrose:

panahemataylor:

feministcrixus:

eternal-creys:

meowgon:

radiumshine:

cptprocrastination:

BABIES

OH NO BABIES

BABIES!!!!!

BABIEES

WHAT’S UP BABIES

BABIES!!!

BABIESSSS

BABIESSSSSSSAHHHHHHHHHH

BABIES BABIES BABIEs

THIS VIDEO MAKES ME SO HAPPY

BABIES

BABIES

harpeaux: ronchronchronch: I went searching in “Virgin Love”,...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 23:38:47 -0500

harpeaux:

ronchronchronch:

I went searching in “Virgin Love”, and now I’m crying. I don’t understand what I am looking at.

oh my fuck

His head is the size of an apple.

just had that silent laugh for a good minute

frak-attack: neptunepirate: ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 15:57:19 -0500

frak-attack:

neptunepirate:

ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana

banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) potato-na-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana)

togari noh pocato-li kani malo mani kano chi ka-baba, ba-ba-nana

yoh plano boo la planonoh too ma bana-na la-ka moobi talamoo

ba-na-na ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana) POH-TAAA-TOH-OH-OH (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana)

togari noh pocato li kani malo mani kano chi ka-ba-ba, ba-ba-naNAAAHHHH!!!

#this might be the best post i will ever have on my blog #i should just quit right now

I am incredibly sick of people right now

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 22:38:40 -0500

I am incredibly sick of people right now:

mazaryn:

undeath-is-fundeath:

danielleeelynnn:

whataboutthemenses:

Just last week I happened to be awake at 3 am and heard “go away, stop it” from outside my apartment window. Of course I was worried and wound up going outside with my cell phone and my pocket knife (the cell phone so I could pretend I was on it). I found a woman across the street, 18-20, somewhat drunk and trying to pull away from a guy claiming to be her boyfriend. After walking to the end of the block and back I sucked it up and stopped right next to them and asked her if she was okay. No. I asked if she knew him. Yes. I asked if he was her boyfriend. No. I asked if she wanted to go with him. No. I told her she could come with me. He wouldn’t let go of her arm and kept talking to her with the platitudes women are familiar with - come on baby, I’ll take you home, just hang out with me, we were having such a good time - and eventually he gave in after seeing I had my finger on the dial button, but he was vibrating on the spot and he was pissed. Then he kept talking to me with all the insults women are familiar with - bitch, cunt, stupid fucking slut, etcetera forever. And of course he went after her for “leading him on.” I got her in a cab from my front door and went so far as to make sure I didn’t turn on any lights when I went inside so he wouldn’t know that my apartment was on the basement level facing the street where he was standing.

But this isn’t a problem or anything.

A few months ago I was working late shifts at work and getting off at 3 am. I only live a few blocks from there, so I was walking home. This was when there was a series of attacks against women in my neighbourhood. Not rapes, but escalating attempts to harm women, involving choking. So yes, I was on red alert. A group of five men from the bars saw me walking home. They started calling out to me - again, with all the lines women are used to (that, by the way guys, are not in the least bit attractive) - hey baby, where you goin, come on just stay and chat, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be going home alone, where do you live. I ignored them and walked faster, and they sped up to keep up with me. Five men in their 20s. Following me home, drunk, and getting progressively angrier that I wouldn’t talk to them. “Why the fuck you being so rude? We just want to talk, quit being such a frigid bitch.” *guffaw guffaw* “Baby come on slow down, have some coffee with us.” I walked even faster, still not talking to them. I have foot and knee injuries, so this was getting really painful and I couldn’t have broken into a run if I’d tried. They thought this whole thing was quite hilarious and quite rude of me, never mind that I’m the one being followed home by drunk strangers. I finally looped a block and backtracked to the main road, which is really well-lit, and plopped myself dead centre in the middle of the ambulance-police combo that is in front of one of the bars every Saturday night without fail.

But street harassment isn’t a problem or anything.

Walking down a bright road in daylight, men lean out of car windows and honk and cheer at me and my friends. This has been happening since I was 14. Many of them are stuck at the same light we are, so we spend a good two minutes listening to them ask us to flash them. “Just show us your titties, we’ll give you each $5!”

Going to a bar and getting my ass groped at the bar as a precursor to offering to buy me a drink. I don’t know if men think this is a demonstration of their sexual abilities, or what, but it happens all the time.

Walking home from Walmart at 10pm and having a guy walk by me say “nice titties” thinking I can’t hear him because I have headphones in. Worst of all, spinning in anger and having to keep my mouth shut, because it could get a lot worse really fast.

Being “accidentally” groped on buses and trains frequently (they say they’re stumbling and that’s where their hands end up, but come on: I’m on the same vehicle, there was no jolt, and even if their was my hands don’t wind up on them), and not being able to complain without everybody thinking you’re crazy.

Dancing at a bar and having a guy slide his hand down the front of my pants. And then getting thrown out for elbowing him and shoving him away from me.

Getting told to smile by strangers (always men), and being told to cheer up, like I owe them a certain mood.

Having a guy you slept with once sit outside your house for seven hours, and then try to follow you inside while you pretend not to notice his car, and then disregard your requests through the intercom to leave you alone. And then, when you finally call the police, having the policeman call you back to say “He’s leaving, but he sounded sincerely sorry. You shouldn’t be so hard on him, he sounds like a nice guy.” Yeah, give him your home address then.

Having male customers look you up and down like you’re on the menu, and not being able to slap the customer who grabs your ass while you’re cleaning tables because you’ll be fired.

Finding out your sister’s employer felt comfortable uttering threats to punch her in the face for accusing him of being unfair, and her not feeling like she could tell anybody.

Having my male boss feel like he can touch me, rub my shoulders, call me honey and sweetheart and baby, and him being right, he can do those things, because everybody calls you oversensitive if you complain about those things.

Being followed home numerous times, both on foot and by car, being forced to talk to the guy who sits next to you on the bus for 45 minutes straight, and since I couldn’t think of a non-threatening way not to give him my phone number, I did so that I could get away. It took him a year and a half to stop calling me. Being told I’m paranoid for carrying any kind of protection, and stupid for not protecting myself, I’m a misandrist for assuming the worst of strange men, and stupid for having a conversation, I’m rude for asking men to leave me alone, and stupid and weak for not being more direct and assertive. Being told to go out and have fun more, stop being so uptight, and having that thrown in my face when something happens, because if I had some morals and didn’t advertise myself as, I don’t know, being alive or something, nothing would have happened. Being told to give him a chance and then being told to stop leading him on. Having to know all of the escape routes on my way home, and sending staff to the dumpsters in pairs. Having it be a fucking brave thing to do to stand next to a girl so she can walk away from the guy trying to bully her into going home with him.

And then having to listen to people say, “You’re exaggerating. Men aren’t like that, quit trying to see the worst in people. Men get harassed too, just ignore them and walk away. It’s the same thing.” Listening to people just step right over the fact that if woman deems a guy creepy, she’s told she’s being too critical and she needs to lower her standards, but if a man deems a woman possessive, controlling, demanding, jealous, bitchy, clingy, psycho, on her period, whiny, or outright dangerous he’s commended on his standards and congratulated on a bullet deftly dodged.

How many women does it take to bring these things to light before people stop thinking we’re crazy, over-critical bitches?

Amen. This is perfect.

I’m really sorry to hear people have had to go through this. I try to set a good example, but it seems for every good man there are far more bad ones. And it’s a shame women feel like they can’t speak out or do anything about it.

Seriously, people. Fucking seriously.

gossipgandhi: i came into this world covered in someone else blood and screaming and lemme tell you...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 22:35:09 -0500

gossipgandhi:

i came into this world covered in someone else blood and screaming and lemme tell you i’m not afraid to leave it the same way