Blah blah, I can't stop talking, and yet people still let me have a computer and a keyboard.
What's up with that?

Would you like to know about some of my favourite fandoms? Or maybe you'd like some references. Or something cute? Maybe something pretty? Or perhaps I can interest you with something fabulous.

Feel free to talk. I won't bite! ☆

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caezeppeli:

I was fucking around with my friends on twitter and-

pizza hut is weeaboo trash

vulturesintrees:

*feels some kind of way*

*represses it*

triplash:

kaelor:

dumblrfeminist:

seriouslyamerica:

BOOM

Truth. 

Real talk is flowing from his mouth like a damn fountain.

sick sick sick burns

ullarin:

kijikun:

fiftyshadesof-ofmiceandmen:

ask-rainy-water-princess:

genocidershodan:

lemonteaflower:

anxiety.

Or, you know, you could just stop saying sorry.

I take it you don’t have anxiety.

You can’t “just stop saying sorry”. You do something, something so little, like accidentally bump into someone. You feel horrible about it. Your brain starts panicking and you have trouble trying to breathe. You stutter an apology. They say it’s okay, but you accidentally do it again, and you apologize again. They just say “Aha, you can stop saying sorry.” And you feel horrible that you’ve probably made them angry or upset, so you mutter out an apology for the third stupid time, and they just say to stop saying sorry. Stop saying sorry. 

You can’t just tell someone to stop saying you’re sorry.

I want that comment on flyers so I can hang them in my school

reblogging this one for the GOOD commentary.

If you’re going to tell someone to stop saying sorry say, “You don’t have to apologize to me.” and smile. If they say sorry again just say, “You’re fine.” and keep smiling and move on. The faster the situation is resolved the faster the person with anxiety can start to calm down. Please don’t get angry at someone for saying sorry, sometimes that’s all the person feels like they can do.

fatherlordzukoz:

On a scale from Sokka to Tuxedo Mask how well did your relationship with a moon princess gf turn out

didyoumissme-221b:

feline-ranger:

causenotsymptom:

malformalady:

Glass headstones

Imagine a graveyard full of these on a sunny day. It would be so beautiful.

I would position mine so that every day when the sun was in the right position it would set fire to the roof of someone I hated, thus achieving revenge from beyond the grave every single day.

There are two kinds of people

kawaii-desu-neigh:

momotaroumiikoshibas:

All the times the 183 cm (6’0”)  titan Makoto Tachibana hid behind his 175 cm (5’9”) boyfriend Haruka Nanase