half the sugar twice the spice
"You're passionate. When you hate someone, you hate them. When you love someone, it's the most they've ever been loved."

that-guy-from-the-thing:

ronnies-corner:

breadmaakesyoufat:

starfreezer:

Georges son calls from Hogwarts on the first day of school terrified and keeps asking if George is okay, he reassures him that everything is alright but asks why he would ask that. Georges son explains that he thought he had died because he could have sworn he had seen a ghost that looked just like him joking around with the older students

STOP DIS RIGHT NOW

first of all, fuck you

Thanks Satan.

how is he calling from hogwarts tho muggle technology doesn’t work there




250 is better than 0. not as good as more but better than none.




I’m not Tumblr famous. 

  • Getting asks isn’t a regular thing, I still smile when I see Messages (1).
  • People don’t reblog me ASAP. Sure, I get reblogged 20 or 30 notes, if I’m lucky.
  • I don’t get asked for pictures of me.
  • People don’t ask me for requests.
  • I don’t have a lot to offer.
  • most of my blog is 99.9% reblogs
  • i LOVE every little follower of mine 



"

You never named me.
Victor, you never gave me what little humanity
every person is owed.

I understand there are abominations
and monstrosities that should be forgotten and
erased from history but
even hurricanes have names.

"  - excerpt from “Open Letter From Frankenstein’s Monster To Victor Frankenstein” by Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)




"

My favorite pony is Fluttershy and I still taste the blood in my mouth from where a boy’s elbow met my cheek. He hit me hard enough that I hit the floor. His shirt had her shy face on it. I kissed the concrete and he kept walking.

I am five feet and two inches and I’ve been shoved to the side so many times that if you are going to look for me, always scan the edges of a crowd for a small girl with wide eyes and bruises on her knees. I like Fluttershy because she’s like me, she likes animals more than people and when things get too loud, she shuts down. I like her because I’m scared of most things even though I know I shouldn’t be.

I am filled to the brim of moments where My Little Pony started turning into ashes where once had been a harmless little girl’s show. Boys with Rainbow Dash on their hoodies have sexually harassed my underage sister. They have touched my hair and made comments to my brother about whether or not he and I were fucking. They have made me scared for the little girls in my second grade class who are old enough to search for pictures of their favorite show. A boy with a pony bag threatened to rape me because I said I was a feminist. I wasn’t even talking to him at the moment.

I have grown to fear the title “brony.” I use to love the idea that a show could teach everyone who watched it friendship and compassion. I loved the idea of an all-inclusive community.

My favorite video game is anything I can shoot things in. I have been playing since before the PS was a thing. Yet with more geek cred than my boyfriend, I have been stripped down by worse words than I care to repeat. I have been asked to do anything from make a sandwich to suck a dick to kill myself. The whole nerd culture rails against the idea that I can dress in flower print and still have played both Portal games more times than I can count. I’m not supposed to be a girl and be in their space. This is for boys, get away.

This is my petition for every girl who has been spat on for liking comics. This is my petition for every person who loved something hard and watched a group of angry men ruin it. This is for every man who flinches because they’ve taken his fandom from him and made it disgusting.

Step on them by giving them the exact shit they’ve been shoving down your throat since you were fifteen and admitted that you liked Bioshock. Ask them if they only like My Little Pony because their girlfriend does. Ask them if they know every word to every episode. Sneer at them when they dress up, ask them to get back behind the grill, catcall them. Let them know you’re done letting them walk all over what you love. Take it back. Take back everything they wrenched from your fingers. Make the spaces they poisoned become unsafe for them. Stop rolling your eyes and letting it happen. Stand up. Destroy them.

I am sick of privileged babies making every community cater to them. I am sick of their pickup lines and reddit threads and antifeminism. I’m sick of their memes and fedoras and resistance to women. I am sick of them.

Take it back. This is my petition. I’m calling it reappropriation.

"  - I’M SWEET AND SHY BUT TAKE SOMETHING FROM A LITTLE GIRL AND I’LL TAKE OUT YOUR HEART./// r.i.d (via poolwatcher)




aerobicblaine:

kinneylicious:

you are so dumb

#it looks like he’s going boop boop boopity boop

aerobicblaine:

kinneylicious:

you are so dumb

#it looks like he’s going boop boop boopity boop




katelinnea:

nedian:

I love when cats decide they love something.

That is a very patient bunny.




elisehu:

Found outside a random bar in Denver #pmdmc #public

elisehu:

Found outside a random bar in Denver #pmdmc #public




who wants to motivate me to write today bc i am a tired rabbit and fear i won’t get anything done left to my own devices




"I am happy. I think I really am. But then I get sad. And sometimes it overwhelms me how sad I can get."  - (via lindavoo)