"You are so Bizarre Sometimes"
What the hell is that fox doing?
probably making a withdrawal seeing as he’s in line at the atm
I like how they are not freaking out. I am switching to this bank.
YOU NIQQAS WANNA LEARN ELVISH?! HERE YA GO!
(via alwaysanoriginal)
i want there to be an angel that descends from the heavens only when someone is being stupid
and the angel just gently places their hand over the person’s mouth
and whispers in a voice filled with heavenly beauty and love
“no”
ANABIEL
LOOK IT UP
IM SCREECHING LOOK LOOK AT THE ART LOOK HOW PRETTY IT IS OH MY GOSH <33333333333
(via thenoodlebooty)
At the STWTS opening, I asked people to write their own captions to street harassers.
From Stop Telling Women to Smile Opening at Fresthetic on April 12, 2013. Brooklyn, NY.
Photos by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh
(Source: stoptellingwomentosmile, via thenoodlebooty)
From now on every time someone is mean, or says something hurtful I am going to look them in the eyes with a sad look and say “Mr. Rogers would be so disappointed in you.” then shake my head like I feel bad for them and walk away. I think that is the most heart wrenching thing a person could say to another.
I just realized this is my last year in my bedroom… This lime Green Harry Potter Shrine, with my trophies, snow globes, and that vulture model on my wall… It’s my last year here. I am really not sure how I am going to handle this, I feel numb, but when I said it out loud I got choked up. I wont be able to move everything to John’s once we are married, I won’t have my giant parrot wind-chime or my harry potter mobiles. The intercom system my dad installed so we wouldn’t yell through the house, though we still yell. I am sad, I have been trying to unpack but it seems pointless, I will be moving in almost exactly a year. I just don’t think I am ready to grow up yet, I am ready to wake up with John every morning but this room has been my safe haven for years. I just don’t know right now. I just don’t want to move unless I can transplant my entire room with me… This is a big change.
the amount of followers you have is how old you are
the person you reblog this from is your companion
your icon is what your current regeneration looks like
your job (or one of your parent’s jobs) is your timelord name
(via clarinet-oswald)
My room at my parents is bigger than the one I had downtown and I can’t fit my things back into it….This Sucks… ARG I am going to be tripping over boxes for the next year till I move in with Jonathan. Stupid China Cabinet taking up my entire room, stupid door placements,
