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Someone with nothing on her mind but dreams and others' happiness.


Twenty-two years old.
Directionless.

dA: ebony-tiger


Just going through
the motions.


Interests:
A.S.L. Animals Autumn Japanese LGBTQIA Winter
PoetryArt

You.

teshima-junta:

do you ever look at your url and go “hell yeah”

(Source: teshima-junta, via charlexavier)

(Source: e-pic)

kate—hepburn:

God bless TCM. You guys better watch both Ninotchka AND watch Spencer sing in a horrible accent in Captains Courageous after.

kate—hepburn:

God bless TCM. You guys better watch both Ninotchka AND watch Spencer sing in a horrible accent in Captains Courageous after.

skylarkjanina:

kaosunseen:

image

THAT IS THE BEST USE OF THAT PICTURE I HAVE SEEN IN A LONG TIME

(Source: bokunoshreko, via pedrosvestedinterests)

“A boy’s never too old not to need a dad.”
Captains Courageous

Dishonesty Hour

nudityandnerdery:

Ask me a question, and I’ll answer you completely untruthfully.

mortisia:

Unknown

mortisia:

Unknown

(via nudityandnerdery)

tauntaunrider:

( X ) American Mustang Coming Soon To A Theater Near You

tauntaunrider:

( X ) American Mustang Coming Soon To A Theater Near You

(Source: tauntaunrider, via spursandbling)

christel-thoughts:

this is what i just picked up from the grocery store. it cost $32. Thirty. two. dollars. for 1 pineapple, 2 bags of grapes, a small container of raspberries, 1 soft drink and 2/$1 nuts…. 
do you know how much junk food i could have for $32? do you have any clue how much McDonald’s you can get for $32?
stop shaming fat people poorer than you or people poorer than you in general for not eating healthier. stop lying about how cheap it is or how it’s comparable to fast food. just stop.

christel-thoughts:

this is what i just picked up from the grocery store. it cost $32. Thirty. two. dollars. for 1 pineapple, 2 bags of grapes, a small container of raspberries, 1 soft drink and 2/$1 nuts…. 

do you know how much junk food i could have for $32? do you have any clue how much McDonald’s you can get for $32?

stop shaming fat people poorer than you or people poorer than you in general for not eating healthier. stop lying about how cheap it is or how it’s comparable to fast food. just stop.

(via winniethehiddlespace)

ohyeahcomics:

Via Schtaky with thanks to Lickal0lli for the translation

ohyeahcomics:

Via Schtaky with thanks to Lickal0lli for the translation

(via arealtomato)

petalpistols:

okay if we’re mutuals u can

  • ask for my phone number 
  • snapchat
  • instagram
  • facebook
  • skype
  • kik

this has been a psa thank u

(via this-chick-digs-chicks)

quietoutspoken:

lexandrochka-10:

The last day of Harry Potter.

MY HEART.

(Source: fallin-darrens-pheromones, via lilyroselove)

wingedflow:

sassygayclarinetist:

canadian vandalism

wingedflow:

sassygayclarinetist:

canadian vandalism

image

(via arealtomato)

I do not know why I insist on maintaining friendships and associations with people that
make me feel like
shit

I had the great fortune of not truly having this problem in high school - those that treated me poorly have found their way to the sidelines.
But college? Not so much.
Freshman year I was accepted into two friend groups. Within one, I felt like I do with my high school friends: utterly me and at ease.
But the other one always managed to call forth every ugly little thought I had about myself and manifest in ways proving detrimental to my (and others’) well-being.
This also occurred online.
Again, freshman year I was actively on DeviantART and managed to make friends with a group of writers. Hell, I even fell in love with one. But their personalities and talents made me question my own.
Whenever I see one of them online, all those emotions rush back and I feel like a bitter lonely little teenager again, with nothing going for me.

Why am I telling you this? I don’t know. Probably because it is 1:43 in the morning and I’m remembering how all but a tiny few online friends gave up on me. I’m sure they follow me on here, and I am past caring.

I just want to live in a world where I’m not haunted by demons that tear apart my head and mock me for being too young to really know what true pain is.
For dredging up old faces and words and throwing them in my face as a gleeful “fuck you”.

I have friends. I just wish I could relax enough to see past transgressions and slights.

You know, I wish for a lot of things. And chances are, they just won’t come true.