bands, love, and writing.

basically, my life in words and pictures, documenting my existence on this thing I call a planet. and vegetarianism is where it's at! :)

kabukigirl:

DONT DO IT THINK ABOUT THE DOG

(Source: sizvideos, via secondcomingofsigmund)

Reblog if your Tumblr picture is actually you.

(Source: kamrynndenise, via darling-you-ll-be-okayy)

hiowl:

missmania244:

eatfithappiness:

epic-humor:

Animals Growing Up

Cuz who wouldn’t want this on their dash

The turtle one

If this doesn’t make ur day better u are wrong and you can go

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via thisreallyawkwardgirl)

ninjakato:

ruaniamh:

kaymonstar:

I keep laughing.

HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE

"EAT THE FUCKING BISCUIT MEATBAG!!!"

ninjakato:

ruaniamh:

kaymonstar:

I keep laughing.

HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE

"EAT THE FUCKING BISCUIT MEATBAG!!!"

(Source: quevidamastriste, via its-a-phans-world)

secondcomingofsigmund

16 (turn 17 next month)
California
Taken ❤️ by thebestsoundguy
Moulin Rouge, Forrest Gump
Once Upon a Time
October 15th :)

floozys:

parental figure: “sit like a lady”

me:

image

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mattharv666:

skankmcmeow:

I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.

Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…

A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.

Why?

She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.

At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”

Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.

Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”

So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.

As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.

Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.

Look at how fucking adorable that kid is holy fucking shit

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I will answer them if I get any.

A:

Age.

B:

Where I'm from.

C:

Where I would like to live.

D:

Favourite food.

E:

Religion.

F:

Sexual orientation.

G:

Single/taken.

H:

Favourite book.

I:

Eye colour.

J:

Favourite movie.

K:

Favourite TV show.

L:

Favourite band/singer.

M:

Random fact about me.

N:

Favorite day of the year.

O:

Favourite colour.

P:

If I have any pets; if so, their names.

Q:

What I'm listening to right now.

R:

Last movie I've watched.

S:

What's my ringtone.

T:

Favourite male character from a TV show.

U:

Favourite female character from a TV show.

V:

What my name means.

W:

Favourite superhero.

X:

Celebrity crush.

Y:

My birthday.

Z:

Ever self-harmed?

Go for it guys~ =)