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Chrissie; 23; ENTP; part time Witch and full time fangirl; obsessing over Movies, TV Shows, Fictional Characters and flawless people like Lana Parrilla. Studying in Germany but on my way to Canada come August. Twitter.

Important: Kim; Liv; Marlon & Svenja

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dancing on;

meorzo:

the sound of raindrops and the smell of fir branches.

Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm. —Anita Krizzan (via quotethat)

brinconvenient:

The sky when it snows is absolutely perfect. It can be 1 o’clock in the morning and bright outside. The silence of everything when it snows is beautiful. You can barely hear a sound when the snow covers everything. Just watching the snow fall and stick to the ground is beautiful. Yeah I guess it sucks that it’s cold and you have to shovel it out, but coming in from the cold and putting on warm clothes, sitting in the heat, and drinking hot chocolate is so relaxing. I miss the snow so much.

My thought process before I do my homework

extremehomestuckshipping:

extremehomestuckshipping:

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I SWEAR TO GOD IF I GET ANYMORE ANONS ABOUT ME READING A SPANISH DICTIONARY AND THE SIMS IN MY PHOTOSET
YES THANK YOU I DID THAT AS A JOKE THENK YOU FOR EDUCATING ME ON MY OWN PICTURES

procrastinators-welcome:

skankmcmeow:

I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.

Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…

A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.

Why?

She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.

At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”

Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.

Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”

So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.

As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.

Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes

cunterion:

endless list of horror films - The Shining (1980)

allyourcomplexity:

This is still the most beautiful dog photoset I’ve ever seen

lesbianvenom:

#emmy nominated television

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