23. Christian. Artist. Writer. Nerd.

about me
an actual about me
and this is me


     “I always wanted to dress a certain way when I was younger, but I never had the courage to do it. Now that I’m older, I wear whatever I want. People always say, ‘Oh, I can’t wear something because I can’t pull it off.’ But I think that if you’re happy and comfortable wearing something, then you can pull it off. You might look back one day and think, ‘I can’t believe I thought that was a good fashion idea’ but everyone should be free to experiment with how they look.     “This applies to everything: life itself is a never-ending trial period of experimentation and figuring out what works. My mom’s tried all sorts of things for a career: she went to school here to study piano and she works at a bank now, but she’s thinking of buying a farm and raising animals.”

Oberlin, OH


There are kind Slytherins.image

There are brave Hufflepuffs.image

There are some stupid Ravenclaws.

There are twisted Gryffindors.

Your House doesn’t define you.

And please, the next time you’re about to tease someone for being a lowly Hufflepuff, or a slimy Slytherin, or a stuck up Ravenclaw or even a foolish Gryffindor, just remember that we are all Hogwarts students. We’re all part of the magic.


(Source: killersbabe, via bibliophileandjesuslover)



Panda researchers in China wear panda costumes to give mother-like feeling to a lonely baby panda who lost her mother [x]

without context it looks like some guy disguised himself as a panda so he could sneak into their panda community and now he’s making a quick getaway with the baby panda










Senior prank. Every cup is filled with water.

wow, those are some nice diags. major props.

These cups are in perfect lines.
…must have been the band kids

This is too clever not to reblog



It was band kids

Definitely band kids. 

band kids are capable of scary things

My boyfriend is in a drum corps and I went to a show and those people are definitely capable of scary things
"Don’t take a nude pic if you’re a famous woman and don’t want it leaked."


"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."

"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."

"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."

"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."

Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.

(via but-im-not-a-hipster)




what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?

one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean

#i’ve told this joke a million times and it NEVER fails

(via but-im-not-a-hipster)





this was who I was. an alcoholic junkie would would take her clothes off for some cocaine, or a shot of vodka. I didn’t ever blackout from a night of partying too hard, I lived in the blackout. I did things only proven to me by pictures, or bruised necks, or bloody wrists. I wasn’t happy, I wasn’t trying to be social. I wasn’t in denial, I just didn’t care. the only way I felt safe was when I felt like I didn’t exist. and if mixing the alcohol with the blow and pain killers and tranquilizers and sex and dying was what it took to get there, I was working around the clock. I lied, cheated, stole, hurt people, hurt myself, broke hearts, broke skin, never slept, never ate, overdosed more times than I can remember, made myself a home in the ER, didn’t want any family, didn’t want any friends. I just wanted to be invisible; to drown myself in drugs and alcohol until there was no more room for oxygen in my lungs. I got stitches, my stomach pumped, drank charcoal. I flat lined. twice. both times over 10 seconds. I was more than ready and willing to give up, to disappear. 
but that wasn’t how my story was written to end.
and I say that with confidence because today, December 1st, 2012, I am 90 days sober. longer than I have been in seven years. 
no, I don’t have withdrawal symptoms anymore, but the urges come on just as strong as they did when I was just 1 day sober. I still have dreams about relapsing. I still plot the easiest ways into relapse. I still wish I had the option to take the easy way out of any situation. I still can barely stand my own company. I still want to be small. and to be honest, the only thing that gets me through most days is that I chose recovery. I wasn’t sent away. I wasn’t locked up or kicked out. it was my decision, just as the chance of relapsing will be my decision.
and if I have the option every day for the rest of my life to wake up in the morning and remember whose hand I held next to the fire, what flavor of tea I drank, how many times I heard “I love you” or to wake up in the morning with bloody teeth and the taste of last night’s lonely fuck on my tongue, I’m always going to remember the flavor of tea.
(also I would just like to add that if anyone who sees this and is having a problem and feels small, I want to talk to you, send me a message, we can exchange numbers. not to tell you all the things you want to hear, but to help you realize the choice is yours)

today, March 12th, 2013, I am 191 days sober.

today, May 25th, I am 265 days sober,

today, August 31st, I am two years, 730 days sober. 


 #okay so this is pretty much 100% professor longbottom right here #because you know neville would kind of end up being the cool professor without knowing it #he would be the ~war hero legend that wears hipster sweaters before they became popular and has a scottish accent #and would totally have sunglasses 1000% and would wear them when the were out on the grounds cataloging plant life around the lake #and would only wear his robes part of the time b/c it’s hard to tend to plants in full robes duh #and would have all these weird pieces of jewlery that he wears because he got them in some foreign country while researching cacti or something #professor longbottom: unintentional hogwarts heartthrob

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