Actions Speak Louder Than Words,

But I'm Going To Keep Shouting All The Same.

Well Hello There! Welcome to My Brain, lets leave your coat and your sanity at the door shall we? We shan't be needing those where you're going. Bio. English. Nerd. Writer. Fantastically mad.

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What Are Ya Gonna Find On This Tumblr? Kittens, cute things that I think need to be shared. Scraps of my writing that I like and want you all to see, Words I like, Phrases that make me giggle, Conversations that you had to be there for. Reblogged stuff for shits and giggles! And rants and raves about my life and the people I love/hate/ haven't decided about yet. It's just like being me!

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Who I Follow




dogs dealing with cats sleeping in their beds

This has to be the cutest and saddest thing

if you need to smile, watch this

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We’re all familiar with the sexy-armor problem, right?  You play a game or watch a show or flip through some art, and if there’s a lady in armor, it’s like the least useful suit of protective gear ever conceived of.

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FUN STORY: my grandma lives in a city that was currently taken over by drug dealers and gangs and it’s now divided in two and my grandma is the oNLY CITIZEN IN THE WHOLE CITY who can go walking freely through both sides of the town because she used to do community work and feed the poor kids and those gang members were all fed by her so they let her come and go as she wants SO WHAT WE LEARN TODAY IS TO BE FUCKING NICE TO KIDS BC U MIGHT BE DEALING W FUTURE GANG MEMBERS

(via dutchster)





This came from a 32 year old man.

Literally all she said was “no.”

I’ve come to understand why, during my internet dating years, so many women responded to my inquiries (I promise I wasn’t creepy) by not responding at all. At the time it drove me crazy, the silence, even more so than the rejections. We’re both on this webspace looking to meet people, can’t you give me a simple “no thanks” so I know when to walk away?

Now I get it. If you’re a woman on the internet, every single interaction is a roll of the dice and you can never tell when that roll will come up “u ugly bitch” so it’s safer and easier to just not say anything. In the online dating world, that becomes common sense.

But never forget: there are men who don’t even wait for that reply. Just being a woman online can be enough to trigger a dice roll. Imagine if every tweet or article you wrote meant a personal insult came your way. Sure, you can block, you can mute, you can ignore, but eventually you’d start to wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to not say anything.

That’s how silencing works and it makes me furious. And to those who insist that women must “grow thicker skin” and simply “accept” the reality of online abuse, here’s a revelation for you: anyone who already suffers through a daily flood of insults or threats just to exist online has thicker skin than you. They’re the ones with the courage, not you and your false keyboard bravado.

To say nothing of the women who face real-life harassment every day, be it catcalls from strangers, an oppressive workplace, or a real-life stalker. Compared to them, we’re all cowards.

Bless you, sir.

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My parents are both pastors and once I was fucking this one dude who’s dad was the pastor of the rival church and he whispered ‘talk biblical to me’ so i started reciting Psalms  23 and we ended up getting into a competition of who could recite the most bible versus before they cummed

the fuck kind of romeo and juliet is this 

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The Fault In Our Sombreros.

Nacho average love story.

it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions

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"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."




More of Natasha being cherished in her relationships.

Less of her being stoic or distant or coldly well-adjusted.

Less of her being trigger-happy, or insulated.

More of Natasha being told sincerely that it wasn’t her fault,

More of her significant others/her friends actively trying to help her on bad days.

More weird hobbies. More favourite foods. More recovery.

Natasha never being hard to love, even if she’s hard to reach.

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