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Just a whimsical eccentric.

“My mother taught me
the distinct smell before the rain,
the promise of cleansing.
Didn’t anyone warn you
I’m what natural disasters
are named after?
I am a river,
good luck controlling me
good luck slowing me down.
There isn’t an ounce of age
to my soul.”

Michelle K., Aries in the Mornings (via aestheticintrovert)

(via aestheticintrovert)

rocprinceray:

White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”

rocprinceray:

White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”

(via theludicrousrival)

“Each face in the
street is a story
waiting to be heard,

and I have always
had a penchant for
a good narrative.”

bradleyy:

SHOUTOUT TO THAT ONE PERSON THAT HEARS YOU WHEN YOU’RE TALKING IN A GROUP AND SMILES OR REPLIES SO YOU DONT FEEL LIKE A TWAT

(via pizza)

imgfave:

Posted by Ali

imgfave:

Posted by Ali

real-faker:

Wait what the hell is that room way in the back on the ground floor?

Did I miss something in the last 25 years?

(Source: mysimpsonsblogisgreaterthanyours, via sass-to--impress)

lustyscripps:

ruinedchildhood:

too-gay-for-this:

He has Monsters inc. on his shirt.

She has Nemo on her dress.

Violet has murder in her eyes. 

lustyscripps:

ruinedchildhood:

too-gay-for-this:

He has Monsters inc. on his shirt.

She has Nemo on her dress.

Violet has murder in her eyes. 

(Source: wantapostcard, via sass-to--impress)

decibelsandpaperbacks:

This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.

(via sass-to--impress)

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

lucifeu:

Remember this chick?

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If you don’t, she’s Kali. She’s the god of destruction and violence. But she also works with blood spells. She took the Winchesters’ blood to put them on a ‘leash’. With their blood, she could do anything. Kill them, hurt them, bring them back to life… 

She didn’t just take their blood.

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She took Gabriel’s, too. Kali didn’t die. She still has Gabriel’s blood.

She can bring Gabriel back to life.

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(via sass-to--impress)

benepla:

benepla:

benepla:

episodes of spongebob where he does something out of the pureness of his  heart and the person he’s doing it for becomes selfish and rags spongebob into the ground about it are the saddest episodes

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I FORGOT THE WORST ONE

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(via i-am-eat)

mayifindher:

Possibly the best GoT cast photo I’ve found yet.

mayifindher:

Possibly the best GoT cast photo I’ve found yet.

(via sushigrade)

thevenuvianprincess:

Fire is the element of power. The people of the Fire Nation have desire and will, and the energy and drive to achieve what they want.

Earth is the element of substance. The people of the Earth Kingdom are diverse and strong. They are persistent and enduring.

Air is the element of freedom. The Air Nomads detached themselves from worldly concerns, and they found peace and freedom. And they apparently had great senses of humor.

Water is the element of change. The people of the Water Tribes are capable of adapting to many things. They have a sense of community and love that holds them together through anything.

It is important to draw wisdom from different places. If you take it from only one place it become rigid and stale. Understanding others, the other elements, the other nations, will help you become whole. It is the combination of the four elements in one person that makes the Avatar so powerful. But it can make you more powerful too.

(via i-am-eat)

nataliemeansnice:

my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
she’s right.
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.

nataliemeansnice:

my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.

fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.

it’s not true. none of it is true.

people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.

one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.

i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.

i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.

my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?

she’s right.

you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.

(via hope-is-thekey)