request (x)

gayisthenewokay:

just-a-little-stump:

trauntwave:

a transgender person has a child

they are now transparent

I almost thought there was gonna be something mean at the end of that. Nope. Just a pun

i think i just peed

poetic:

was that my hair or is there a spider crawling on me

Literally my life, thatnellykid

Anonymous asked: i'll giv u da b3stest cuddelz on tooZday omg front r0w @ da Veronicas mmmm Dean Geyer

Shout out to my MySpace for that quality blog post. 
Shout out to 2007 Bethany who lied about being front row to impress her MySpace pals.
Shout out to Dean Geyer, who I never even liked, 2007 Bethany you lying sack of shit.
Shout out to cuddles.
Shout out to you.

It’s 4am and I can’t sleep. I have my first psychologist appointment at 10am… I hate psychologists… Somebody come and give me cuddles.

sophieowls:

kylemus:

Tumblr rule #1: always reblog the creator

god hes so cute.

doctorbaronvonevilsatan asked: I'm sending big *hugs* and *cuddles* your way, as many as you want.

But… I want all the cuddles!
Thank you, m’dear. <3 xx

Time To Get Personal

So, lately, I’ve been feeling like shit. I don’t know what it is; well, I do, but I don’t. The week after the funeral was a bad week, I had absolutely nothing to put my mind to work on something else; I’d been organising the funeral for a week, and was too focussed on that, that my mind never wandered. But now, my mind wanders consistently. The only time this never happens is when I’m with my friends. Yet, I can be by myself having a grand old time, and then it hits me: tears, hate, anger, sadness. My mind has all this spare time to wander, even when it shouldn’t. How’s work? I dread every. single. shift. I know it’s supposed to keep my mind busy… but it doesn’t, my mind wanders constantly, and it isn’t usually until I picture him on the bed: pale, peaceful, lifeless; or when I vision the casket being rolled out of the church, being lowered into the grave, or throwing that last rose on top of him. That’s what get’s me; but that’s what I think about.

I know he’s still with me, he always will be - it’s never ever goodbye because goodbye means forever. But my heart is broken and I don’t know if it will ever be whole again; I am incomplete without him, and it is killing me. I dread asking the person who chooses to spend their life with me to look after me, to understand what they are getting themselves into; because I know, deep down in my heart, that there will be times when all I want to do is lie in bed and cry, or get my mind off of things and do some random shit. 

All I need is cuddles and kisses to make the pain stop, if only for a little while.

doctorbaronvonevilsatan asked: So when you say glow in the dark. Is it like the kind that could make a rave party?

Well, I mean it’s more like those glow in the dark watches you had when you were like 7. Do you remember those? How if the light was on, you’d hide under your bed and look at it glow, or put your hand over it at school to show your friends. “Hey, my watch glows in the dark!!” and then when all the kids came to see how cool your glow in the dark watch is, it’s only the hands that glow, and everyone is super disappointed. It’s kinda like that, except it’s more like the watches where the face glowed in the dark too, and everyone thought I was the coolest kid in school.

consulting-lokean:

blu3hare:

sherlockismyholmesboy:

randomhouse:

When you see it…

it took three passes of this across my dash until I got it and want to throw my macbook out the fucking window

Are you fucking kidding me

Bravo.

reblog if your vagina glows in the dark

deducecanoe:

ITS A DOCUMENTARY

vejiga:

Cosplay Done Right

DC