All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s…
Wow. I’m sure you’ve all seen this girl’s fantastic tardis dress floating around here the last week or so. She hand painted the inside and everything, and she just looks plain great. But of course, I see it posted on facebook, and the slew of comments begin.
I don’t think it’s a mystery as to why I, as a bigger girl, spend the week before a convention crying because I’m so nervous about what people are going to say about me just because I want to dress up and have fun like everyone else. And there is something really, really fucking wrong with that.
I’d like to see these assholes make a dress that beautiful and look half as good in it
This pisses me off beyond belief. I will never know why the fuck men think they have the right to criticize a woman’s body, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY’RE FUCKING FAT TOO. SHIT.
Are they serious with this shit?
Yes because when people cosplay they are doing it to appease everyone and their standards of sexy. Oh, how I must have been mistaken, oh silly me. It’s not because people cosplay because they have a love for a character/serires! Now we can meet those standards, because our whole life revolves around what other people want and their definition of sexy. Wowwwwww thanks for never letting us forget! I bet you get all the ladies for being so nice and judgemental!
I hate the whole world. This girl is perfection. That dress is perfection.
i don’t want to go to school i don’t want to go to university i don’t want to have a career i don’t want anyone to expect anything of me ever ever ever i just want to sit in a cocoon of blankets all day every day sleeping and reading books because i don’t think i’m cut out for this whole ‘contributing member of society’ thing
They came from the sky.
At first, it was just one. People thought it was weird, but after a moment kept going about their business.
Then another fell.
Then another. And another.
Suddenly, the clouds darkened, lightning began to crack, and the heavens opened up as thousands came raining from the sky.
People screamed and ran back into their houses, but it was too late.
It was raining men.
Michelle Obama is Queen. (x)
I don’t always watch shows but when I do, I watch all eight seasons in one night then get sad when it ends