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Doctor Who (Season 5, episode 2)
Supernatural (Season 1, episode 2)
I play cello, piano, and am currently learning guitar, so maybe, if y'all are lucky, you may hear a cover of mine on your dash. I am in the SuperWhoVengerLock fandom, so expect that if you follow me, but also expect some Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, or miscellaneous other things. Just message me if you want to start a conversation, I'm always willing to answer. So peace. and hair grease. Geronimo!
im constantly sad/tired/mad/nauseous and i have no idea what to do anymore
The Font Conference. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3k5oY9AHHM
This video wasn’t long enough,
so we made it double-spaced.
Can I suck your dick?
*Teacher pops out of nowhere*: I don’t know, CAN you??
being black is really wonderful and convenient bc i can just be sitting here in my room like this
and whenever people come looking for me to do stuff i dont even really have to hide all i have to do it turn off my light and
and then when they leave i just
ive never read a more accurate definition
Sherlock bought his wife a lucky cat for Christmas.
I just threw my laptop.
Oh my actual…*feels*
i bet it was gatiss
im scared to get off tumblr right now because im afraid ill come back to find that I have the new post layout
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.That’s so cute!
ME AND MY CREW ARRIVING AT YO BIRTHDAY PARTY
"Oh and one more thing"
[Cosmo voice] Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
Yesterday, my 8 year old brother asked me why I don’t have a boyfriend. I simply told him I didn’t like boys, because boys have cooties. He wasn’t convinced, though. He looked me straight in the eye and asked if I had a girlfriend. I was shocked. I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping my sexuality to myself after coming out to my mom had backfired, but apparently not. I didn’t want to lie to him, so I just smiled and said I wish, but I don’t. He thought for a few minutes and then asked if that was why I didn’t dress like a girly girl, like my little sister. I told him yes, that’s part of it. And that was that. No further questions, he accepted it and went back to playing with his legos.
Today, I came home to a bag from Kohl’s laying on my bed with this blue shirt in it. I took it to my brother to have him hang it up, but he said it wasn’t his. He said he bought it with his birthday money for me while he was out with my stepdad, because it’s my favorite color. I told him I love it and gave him a hug. Before he ran off again, he made sure to whisper to me that it came from the boy’s section.
I’ve never felt more loved or accepted than I do today. I have the best brother in the whole world. (:
(Excuse my face, he insisted I made my “grr” face when I took this.)
Reblogging because that is just too cute.
I’m actually crying