Hi ~ So the name is Krystal. Alberta, Canada.
I reblog A LOT
Biggest Fandom Right Now :
Rise of the Brave Tangle Dragons
You know what?
I don’t care if being a lesbian isn’t natural.
Its 2014. Oreos don’t have a single natural ingredient in them that isn’t distilled out of recognition. People get their vegetables from cans. They have made cruelty-free, lab-grown BACON. People fly around in big, metal machines.
I. AM. TALKING. TO SOMEONE. ACROSS THE WORLD. IN A MATTER OF SECONDS.
Not natural. Is not bad.
Your rhetoric is no longer a valid excuse for hate.
If I was taken to build a bear on a date and got to make a stuffed animal I’d literally cry tears of happiness
if we made a stuffed Toothless I think I would propose
This is the
official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:
Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message.
this is not permission to send someone hate bc im sure some people on here will take that way ugh
Go away Lucifer!
as if! I’m not going anywhere
I know that you have more than 7 minutes of bloopers. Hand them over
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.
This is so cool. You normally only see lightning for a split second and it’s gone, but since this is looped, we see the beauty over and over
The more you look at it the cooler it is