Ah Tumblr mobile is eating my posts again GREAT
Ah Tumblr mobile is eating my posts again GREAT
Heyy send me characters (Yogs, server ect you know the drill) and I’ll tell you what song reminds me of them
I started listening to her music again and I forgot all of it makes me cry
I’m trying to scrape together money to leave an abusive home so I’m selling my limited edition signed blackrock prints - numbered 23/100. These originally sold out in 30 minutes & will never be available again.
The posters are framed in identical custom made frames, but they can be bought separate from the frames (the price i’m asking is less than what they were bought for - i really need money yall)
certificate of authenticity will also be included with the set
unframed: $40 for one poster or $100 for all of them
framed: $60 for one poster or $150 for all of them
+ shipping costs
send me an ask or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. i am also going to be selling more things if you wanna check that out
Aang and the penguins just reminded me of Kim and the penguins in the most recent episode of Flux Buddies…
GIF’s made for me by frangelito.tumblr.com which I appreciate so thank you very much and you should go follow him/check out his blog~
Scene from Avatar: http://youtu.be/CaB2wdhs6qc
Episode of Flux Buddies: http://youtu.be/w_EDOAhD2PY
Mary Lambert - Secrets
"I’ve got bipolar disorder
My shit’s not in order
I’m overweight, I’m always late,
I’ve got too many things to say […]
They tell us from the time we’re young
To hide the tings that we don’t like about ourselves inside ourselves
I know I’m not the only one
Who spent so long attempting to be someone else
Well, I’m over it
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are”
(submission by shingekinomoisture)
i sing a lot for someone who cannot
What has caused you to hate men so much?
Funny you should ask! I’ll let you in on my origin story if you like?
Well, once upon a time I was your average, man-loving, non-opinionated, quiet, submissive, totally sexually available young woman. I loved the dudes. I can’t tell you how much I worshipped those blokes. I couldn’t even open a jar back then. Ah, the memories. I shied from the colour blue. I refused to step into a room that contained power tools. Football frightened me into week long seclusions. Don’t get me started on the horror beer brought on.
And then, one night, I left my window open. It was hot, y’know? I probably shouldn’t have done it.
But in flew the Misandry Fairy. She was magnificent. As she fluttered into my room she left a trail of glittering misogynist tears that sparkled like diamonds. She wore blood red especially smeary lipstick, the type that scares guys and makes them afraid of kissing you, to ward them off. She had beautifully hairy legs, hairy arms, and wore high waisted shorts (which we all know is the 2014 trend men hate). It wasn’t 2014 at the time, you understand, but she’s a fairy so I assume she looked into the future to find inspiration for her particular misandric look. She was also a lesbian. Because we all know how those lesbians hate men, right?
"Claudia," she said to me. "It’s time to face your destiny. Inside of you is a burning misandric rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you opening jars left right and centre. Open so many jars that the men get jealous. Open so many jars that you and everyone around you are in danger of drowning in the contents. Keep on opening them. No matter what. Never give up."
I was so shocked that I did not answer. It was the middle of the night and I was unaccustomed to being visited by such wise and noble beings.
Before she left, she turned around in the air, her fluttering rainbow wings shining in the moonlight, and whispered: “Also, you’re queer. The Coming Out fairy was busy so I took his shift. Have a nice day.”
The next morning I awoke and began to carry out my purpose. From that day on, men have trembled to see me. Occasionally they whimper “don’t let her near any jars for the love of God”, but most of the time they merely scatter as I enter any vicinity I please.
I owe her everything. Without her, I would not be the woman I am today.
This story is 100% true. You can quote me on it and everything. Never let anyone tell you fairies don’t exist. They do. And they’re raging misandrists.
I spent way too much time on this so hopefully somebody will find it useful.
Feel free to message me if I forget some or any links are broken!
I’m having to look for a Chrome Extension that will allow me to block Tumblr and YT for like an hour so I HAVE to write.
Anyone got any lying around?
☠ ~ For Curls ☠ ~ For you
☠ - worst way to die in your opinion
Curls- Burning alive. Do you even need to ask that?
Me- Alone, insane and in pain.