seeing that post was disappointing. it’s like… i’m a white, cis, straight, skinny, female. i’m like the last person to have an opinion, right? okay. i’m out.

08-28 / 23:01 / 1 note / reblog

I don’t have makeup on all the time, but when I want, I have fun with my friends choosing clothes and putting nail polish on.

yeah right. as if my life in my fucking skinny body was a fucking fairytale. yeah i never had to deal with remarks from family, friends, schoolmates, basically anyone. i’ve never been accused of having anorexia. i’ve never stood up to anyone shaming curvy girls. yeah i spent all my life hating on and shaming big butts. yeah right.

it’s gotta be true, over 18k people on here would assume this. so it has to be true.

08-28 / 22:39 / 2 notes / reblog





do u know how much of my dashboard is notes from this post at all hours of the day. do u know how many times every day i see someone reblog it and add “nyoom” to the caption. this is my personal hell. what did i do to deserve this


So who’s joining the Hobbit contest? It feels like so much pressure…

08-25 / 22:18 / reblog

"You know the first attraction I built when I came down from Scotland… was a flea circus. Petticoat Lane. Really… quite wonderful. We had, uh… a wee trapeze, a merry-go… carousel. And a see-saw. They all moved, motorized, of course, but people would say they could see the fleas. "No, I can see the fleas. Mummy, can’t you see the fleas?" Clown fleas, highwire fleas and fleas on parade. But with this place… I wanted to give them something that wasn’t an illusion. Something that was real. Something they could see, and touch. An aim not devoid of merit.”

Aw baby boy, good luck. But of all the teams the effin Bruins? Sigh. Better than nothing, eh?

08-15 / 23:05 / reblog
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