itssassyphan:

reigisaswimminginmyheart:

ah2spooky:

beahbeah:

also: SPACE SHEETS

i literally can’t imagine a scenario where a person wouldn’t want these

The sex would be

OUT OF THIS WORLD

GET OUT

OF THIS WORLD

♥ 579031 — via lockgirl (originally beahbeah)

theimpalaslovechild:

and in that moment, everyone’s heart broke

sadgaymeme:

careful readers of this blog will notice that i a) am trash and b) have no bedtime

a special message for a very special someone 

thestoutorialist:

averypottermormon:

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hey

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you

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dont you dare think

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for even a second

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that nobody saw you

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when you decided this waS AN ACCEPTABLE WAY TO PARK YOUR VEHICLE BECAUSE I SAW IT OKAY I FUCKING SAW IT YOUR CRAPPY PARKING JOB IS ON GOOGLE MAPS IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WORLD

how did you find this

CONSTANT VIGILANCE

cravings:

who da ho?

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samandriel:

i still think 2007 was 3 years ago

laughcentre:

rhydonmyhardon:

laughcentre:

im 17 and i dont have a period yet is this weird

allan you have a penis

oh

if someone ever falls in love with me i will literally die of shock

Happy 7th birthday, Deathly Hallows!

chocolateinthelibrary:

So my family stayed at my aunt’s beach house last weekend and

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there

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is

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literally

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a Harry Potter-themed

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reading nook

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in the cupboard under the stairs


 Anonymous
Hey i know this may not be any of my business but i was kinda wondering what happened between you and your ex-boyfriend? I mean it seemed like you really cared about him and then all that drama on Twitter happened. If you don't wanna say i understand but i'm kinda curious

onedoctor-onesherlock:

Well i think i shall explain really the whole thing. I’ve had a people come ask me what exactly happened and i shall use text picture of things he said to me as well as other evidence. Certain things will be blocked out to protect his identity and others involved. 

I met my ex-boyfriend Over a year ago in French class and in a few months we started dating. We had a little fight in there but ended up still kinda staying together and we dated for 14 months. When i met him i was kinda already in a low place. I was dealing of just getting out of a bad relationship, also depression, bi-polar disorder, and PTSD. He was aware of these things but continued to date me. Going through the first year of the relationship i thought i was really happy you know? I thought he really cared about me you know? He would send me really cute and sweet text messages and all sorts of sweet stuff. But in the real world he was kinda a jerk. He would flirt with other girls (sometimes my friends) right in front of me. But i let that slide cause it is just who he was right? Then he would insult me a lot, calling me stupid, or a whore. He said it in a way that is appeared playful. Whenever i would tell him embarrassing stories he would end up telling out whole class.and i would feel so ashamed. I had so many people tell me i could do better than him, that i was too pretty for him, that he treats me like shit and doesn’t act like a real boyfriend. But i made my excuses for him and i stood up for him countless times. He meant everything to me. My family adored him too. They thought he was doing so much good to me, they loved him. They did so much for him from taking him out places, buying him things, and never once did he pay his own way. We spent HUNDREDS of dollars on him. But my family didn’t care, they liked him and they loved seeing me happy. But then things started to go downhill after a year of dating. We started fighting more and more, most of the time being someone was angry about what someone else said. Then finally he said “we should take a break” and well that was the day after Valentine’s day. I was so hurt, i was crying my eyes out, i had a panic attack. But here was his reasoning for the break

Really sweet right? I was so happy when i read all of this. So we agreed to a break. But then two weeks later this gets posted on Facebook (last names have been blocked out)

When i woke up and read that i had one of the biggest panic attacks i’ve had in a long time. I was shaking so much, i was dizzy and i felt myself on the verge of passing out. So i texted him asking what was going on and this is what i got

 

i started freaking out more. I grabbed my razors and just started slicing up my skin. I wanted to die so much. The person that i thought cared about me, the one i loved so much, the one i gave up so much for. Just ruined me. I ended up throwing myself in front of a car but they swerved and kept going. I didn’t want to live anymore and i know how pathetic that sounds but that is how i felt. He just said that my mental disorders were too much for him to handle and he can’t handle me for them. I’m sorry i can’t help the things going on inside my head, yes i am on medication but that is only going to do so much. I have chemical imbalances in my brain and they aren’t just gonna go away in one night or one week. I am going to fight this the rest of my life.

But the story isn’t done yet

I decided even after all of that to remain his friend. What a mistake. He continued to be a jerk towards me, he continued to put me down and we continued to fight. Until finally he sent me this

and that was that. He then went on to try and get my best friend against me by telling her a plain out lie

.

(let me explain this message. Burns is a teacher at my school)

My best friend didn’t believe him for a second. She called me and said “He had the fucking nerve to do that?” Her and I have been best friends for 6 years, he really has to try harder than that. 

Then he went on to get other people against me cause he made it plain and clear he was going to. I was so broken and hurt. I cried so much and i relapsed more and more and i just wanted to end my life. Everything was collapsing at once.

Then i found out a few days later that he hacked my e-mail account because i received two e-mails saying that my password was changed and also a mobile number was added to the account. (i will not be posting these images because there is too much personal info of mine and his involved and i have no right to post his information) I was pissed. He denied everything, but when i called that mobile number that was added to my account, his contact name appeared. That is all i needed. I hacked back into my e-mail and changed the password yet again.

Then over the lovely spring break he decided to post some indirect tweets at me on twitter

One of my twitter followers replied to him saying that he was wrong and all sorts of stuff and he started playing the victim card and said “You don’t know what i went through” This made me so angry. Once i was out of the fact of this friendship i finally opened my eyes. He was verbally and emotionally abusive towards me. Never once physical, just those two. He would call me things and put me down and i lost so many friends because of him. I felt isolated. I also believe his messages and Facebook post prove my point. He put me down for who i was, he put me down for so much that i couldn’t control and i thought he was helping me but in reality he was destroying me.

This is random, but a part of my point i suppose. I met these group of people a few months back and they seemed like a great bunch. I really connected with two guys out of it named Elliot and Luke. Turns out these were not the people to be friends with. They started harassing me and putting me down and it turned into a whole text message war with me, elliot, luke, and Brandon. It just wasn’t good at all, i ended up relapsing that night multiple times. Then i got into a fight with Luke, but i said i would still hang out with him because i wanted to talked to him in person about the whole thing. So he picks me up and we go back to his place. I find out Elliot is there and well…. something happened to where i ended up hitting elliot with a lamp and running for my life. I called my mom to come get me and then i called Brandon. He pretty much told me “well i could have told you this was coming” that is what i get for what i went through. So this shows also how much he cared.

This is what my life has been like for over a year, i’m sorry recently i haven’t been posting very much but i just have a lot going on as you can see. I need some time to myself and some time to think and heal. But before i end this story let me add one of his Facebook post recently 

This is the stupidity that is my ex boyfriend. No he wasn’t physically abusive. I can most defiantly say that, but he was verbally abusive and he just pretty much admitted that one. Verbally and emotionally he destroyed me. I was already in a bad place when i met him but he took that and used it to his advantage. He really really hurt me and i do have to say it is going to be a while before i date again. I went through two toxic relationships in a row and i’m scared at this point. I’m scared of getting hurt again, i’m scared of being taken advantage of. I can’t take it.

But all of this has become too much for me to handle, that is why i am transferring schools soon. I’ve started having nightmares with him in it and he just screams at me everything that is wrong with me and all my flaws and i wake up screaming and having a panic attack. He is in my head and even being around him i feel myself shaking and scared for my life. I know he wouldn’t hit me or hurt me in that sense. But it still scares me. I can’t take it anymore and i need a fresh start away from my school and away from all of this.

I hope you guys can forgive me for not being active so much but i just have a lot going on as you can tell.


 Anonymous
hey i follow you on twitter and like i saw something about your story about the stuff 5sos helped you get through and i wanted to read it but i dont have the link so can i plz have it thanksss

burningupasun:

Protected from the false god.

♥ 922 — via wjiaei (originally burningupasun)
thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"

I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”

I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.

He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”

Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

crowleylovelykingofhell:

benedictervention:

ayfee:

pirateprincess714:

just Sherlock things.

perfect

See. He’s not a psychopath o r a sociopath. He’s a normal guy. just like the rest of us!

just like the rest of us