don’t sit in your pajamas and reblog posts about how you wish you could be pretty and confident, just do it. Get up early so you can do your hair and makeup all nice for school, flirt with the boys and let them come to you, say “thank you” instead of “no i’m not” when someone calls you pretty, fake that fucking confidence until it’s real, do you understand me? Now go own that red lipstick.
TAKE THIS ADVICE GUYS ITS THE BEST THING YOU COULD EVER DO FOR YOUR SELF CONFIDENCE
so my friend was telling me about how she can’t get into Welcome to Night Vale because of how “random” it is and she said “like the dog park what’s up with the dog park” and I stared at her and went “what dog park” and she just put her head on the table and started crying
It’s no one else’s fault that you aren’t that
I don’t get this shit
well if you can’t read music it’s only
that you don’t understand
'After love, no one is what they were before.' || Catherynne M. Valente ‘Deathless’
#and oh how much they changed #from ‘river song? lovely name’ to not being able to hear her name or someone mentioning her without crying #from ‘river river river’ repeated like a prayer to calling her ‘an ex’ because saying her name out loud hurts too much #from ‘this woman is not dragging me into anything’ to not being able to say goodbye to her and let her go for good #from ‘is he worth it’ to ‘I think it’s going to kill me’ #from ‘I don’t want to marry you’ to ‘you’re always here to me’ (via iceinherheart-kissonherlips)
“From what I’ve seen, your funny little happy-go-lucky little life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many people’s lives, you might as well be a god. And you’re right, Doctor. You’re absolutely right. Sometimes… you let one go.”
#ahhh #you see this is my dark doctor #not eleven who is afraid of his capacity for darkness and the sucking; tidal loneliness within him that could swallow worlds #not ten whose darkness was all rage and mania—the cold-burning anger that condemned the family of blood or threatened to rip time #because he was Time Lord Victorious and it was his right #but nine #glorious nine #who is so comfortable with dealing out death that he thinks nothing of it; you cannot flinch from what you are #nine can smile and lightly talk about sparing one life; maybe two; because the dead of the time war slide off the scale and what is one more #world compared to that? #he is so steeped in horror it has become mundane for him (the first horror is the horror; the second is accepting it) #nine who emerged from the Time War the only colossus in a universe of ants #but rather than choosing to crush them beneath his heel because what is one more world? #he happens to be kind #because if you happen to be kind enough; if you choose not to step and snuff out their tiny lives enough times #maybe you can work your way back to being a good man #a fool’s errand #but a good fool #doctor who (notbecauseofvictories)
In short, don’t skip nine.
girl scouts are letting in trans* girls and letting girls replace God with whatever they want in the pledge, also they use cookie income to support abortion and LGBT agendas
boy scouts are just now allowing gays in, officially in january, but gay leaders are still banned and they’re talking about segregation on camping trips, with gays and straights in different tents. also they still ban atheists,
girl scouts: 10000 boy scouts: 0
does that include sexuality or
I’m just trying to deal with the fact that this implies that Dean and Cas have gotten into arguments over Dean trying to label him…
#honestly it’s the casual ‘we’ that gets me #it’s not ‘you’d gotten over’ it’s we #like there were nights when they’d sit up together talking about it #crossed legged on a mattress passing a bottle back and forth #dean getting angry and saying fuck this fuck you and getting up #and castiel pulling him back to bed laying on top of him like a drunk horny cat #and dean going soft and quiet under him saying #be whatever you want cas i don’t give a fuck #we we we we we we #you could put a hundred words in his mouth in this scene #that would not speak so many volumes as one small ‘we’ (via robotmango)
It’s like when you were little and you found out your mom’s name isn’t really Mom
What?No, My mom’s name is still mom.
story about a girl I know: when she was 7 her teachers had to call her mum and they asked what her mum’s name was and she was like “uhhh… mum?”.