Sometimes CAH hits too close to home.
"Bó in Gretzky" for clockadile for the 100 palette challenge, I was so friggen confused by the “Gretzky” until I remembered my Canadian training. Come on guys I’ve only done three! send me an # and a prompt
for the confused: Gretzky is a famous hockey player generally known as “the great one”. His number “99” has been retired league wide.
And this was the absolute last thing I was expecting when I said your minotaur.
Hell, this was the last thing I expected when you two started talking about Gretzky.
Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
Ever so appropriate reminder…and what is more disheartening is WOMEN reinforce this BULLSHIT.Being a woman doesn’t mean you’re a feminist. Men aren’t the only ones invested in patriarchy.
Truth. Sad truth
reblog every time.
I’m just gonna let the world figure this out
What does this mean???? Help????
Wait for it.
(Source: 5fifth.tumblr.com )
IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ THIS!!!
I struggle with depression and anger, and my parents don’t like it. They accused me yesterday of being on my phone too much (I was on Tumblr a lot, I will admit)
Being angry like I am, I got upset at them and tried to defend myself, saying that internet friends are some of the most important people in my life.
Now they want to see if my internet friends will come through for me!!
I feel a bit discouraged, because I have 25 followers. And 3000 is a big number. But please everyone, repost this so it’ll have a pay-it-forward kind of effect…
If you love your internet friends, help me prove my parents wrong, and show them that internet friends ARE real!!
Also I can’t believe this is such a horrible picture of myself but I don’t care because my looks don’t matter to the people that care :D
[Image: Nani Pelakai from Lilo & Stitch, throwing herself backwards onto the couch with a look of dismay.]
(760): Like how hard is it to come up to me with chocolate and wine and say “hey, you’re beautiful. Wanna marathon Doctor Who in sweatpants?” Hell yes!
please turn on the audio for this
“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head. The sudden stench of charred meat overwhelmed even his perfume, and his wail seemed to drown all other sound.