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I'm The Darker Side Of White

"Who am I you ask? I am the one you see once the ice grips you and you end too weak to fight back any longer. I am the one who listens. Tell me your stories, ask your questions. I may not have all of the answers, but I know what you'll ask. Just like everyone else. Just like me. So, dead or living, that is on the off chance you can see me, come and ask a question."
Dec 31 '13

skyblueeyesandbackwardsties:

becausejensenackles:

itsajensenthing:

heckyeahneilmcneil:

aweomse:

what if the voice inside your head is your soulmate’s

somebody write this novel right now

I volunteer John Green

Don’t volunteer John Green, he will kill the soul mate.

DON’T LET JOHN GREEN FIND THE THING

(Source: benjamjn)

Dec 31 '13

naomithenerdgirl:

sugar-velvet:

art by sakimichan

OHH MY FUCKING GOD THAT HOWL MY OVARIES JUST EXPLODED CHRIST ON THE CROSS GOOD LORD MMHMM HELLA FINE HEY BOY HEY OMG WHY R U NOT REAL HOT DIGGITY DAYUM SON

*kidnaps Jack*

(Source: grandfather-madara)

Dec 31 '13
we run into a blazing fire, we hold our heads up high tonight.

a mix for the witches who meet at midnight, when the moon is out and spirits are wandering.

LISTEN | DOWNLOAD 

(Source: queenrhaena)

Dec 31 '13

lumos5001:

fudging-minecraft-youtubers:

sherlockholmeshasleftthelibrary:

i-need-the-pie-bitch:

Made a wrong turn Once or twice Dug my way out Blood and fire Bad decisions That’s alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated Misplaced Misunderstood Miss no way it’s all good It didn’t slow me down Mistaken Always second guessing Underestimated Look I’m still around Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like you’re less than Fucking perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing You’re fucking perfect

perfect

to me

Hey you,

guess what?

and

also

Never forget that <3

Never let anyone make you feel less than perfect.

xo

oh my god i thought this was gonna be one of those sad fandom posts but it was so much better

Im so emotional right now and this is not helping i am sobbing and i dont know why

this is what i needed right now

Dec 31 '13

Alright! Reblog this and i’ll make an animated pixel of your character! {Must be human form.. that’s all I know how to do.}

mayhembegins:

{ If you have multiple characters then post in the tags what one you would like done. Please have pictures/a description of the character posted somewhere on your blog. Or i’ll more than likely just make up details. These may take me forever to do just fyi. }

Examples; 

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Nov 6 '13
shekeepspassinmeby:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.
RIP ROSE ❤

shekeepspassinmeby:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

RIP ROSE ❤

(Source: michiamocristina)

Oct 29 '13
mumblingsage:

yamino:

iamingrid:

yamino:

omgthatdress:

Half-Mourning Dress
1910-1912
The Victoria &amp; Albert Museum

What’s a “half-mourning” dress?  Mourning in the front, party in the back?

Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning. 
Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.

That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:


I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.

mumblingsage:

yamino:

iamingrid:

yamino:

omgthatdress:

Half-Mourning Dress

1910-1912

The Victoria & Albert Museum

What’s a “half-mourning” dress?  Mourning in the front, party in the back?

Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning. 

Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.

That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:

image

I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.

Oct 29 '13

princessofmilktea:

ED Mikasa Ackerman

(Source: mahouwatokenai)

Sep 22 '13

Frostbite frowned, everything blurry and the floor was moving each time she tried to walk.
“I hate when my mun gets sick…” She mumbled, hugging her cloak close around her once she had fallen.

Sep 14 '13
ladyknucklesinshape:

annibellee:

and-then-i-became-suicidal:

welcometoclubweirdness:

these-fading-scars:

delusional-suicide:

Age 17 
Messy hair Weeping eyes from crying every night Tired of life and wishing she was dead

Age 19
Curly hair and a smile
Because she knows she can overcome it
Full of life, knowing that she can do this. 

Age 20
Hair in a messy bun, goofy smile on her face
Because she’s genuinely laughing again.
Because she figured out she’s the only one who could save herself.
And she made it.

..

I thought this was going to end badly thank you people for turning that around.

That’s how you highjack a post.

ladyknucklesinshape:

annibellee:

and-then-i-became-suicidal:

welcometoclubweirdness:

these-fading-scars:

delusional-suicide:

Age 17 

Messy hair
Weeping eyes from crying every night
Tired of life and wishing she was dead

Age 19

Curly hair and a smile

Because she knows she can overcome it

Full of life, knowing that she can do this. 

Age 20

Hair in a messy bun, goofy smile on her face

Because she’s genuinely laughing again.

Because she figured out she’s the only one who could save herself.

And she made it.

..

I thought this was going to end badly thank you people for turning that around.

That’s how you highjack a post.

(Source: wayward-orphans)

Sep 8 '13

I just killed a spider with hairspray and a cereal box.

Sep 4 '13

4rsen1ckatn3p:

If you reblog this I will do a little pixel quote bubble based on your blog!

(Source: robot-nepeta)

Sep 3 '13

I kept on thinking I had enough time and now I’m sitting here one day from school and I have nothing to wear and I don’t know what to wear and I’m like freaking out

Please help me. Please!

Aug 31 '13

There was a bee in the livingroom running into the ceiling like “fuck that isn’t a sky”

Aug 30 '13

They all made fun of her

Because they didn’t see

The wings growing on her back.