"Where is my Edward Cullen?"
"Where is my Damon Salvatore?"
"Where is my Christian Grey?"
For your sake, jail I hope.
I'm Alaura- 19 years old. Polysexual. I'm an English major at the University of Nevada, Reno. I'm a writer who suffers from writer's block far too often. Fandom blog mostly but I post whatever the fuck I want- Superwholock and a billion other things. I'm depressed but I'm recovering. I want about 12 cats. Feminist. Hufflepuff. ISFP. Inbox is always open- send me shit and I will answer! Seriously, drop me a line and I'd be glad for some love.
This was my chemistry professor.
This is the fucking funniest thing I have ever seen omfg.
in the film “garden state,” the first song that plays is “don’t panic” by coldplay. in the book “the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy,” by douglas adams, the literal guide to the galaxy has the phrase “don’t panic” written in large, friendly letters on the cover. in reality, i have a bit of an anxiety problem. done in black ink, times new roman font, above my inner right elbow (the lines are cleaner and very crisp in person, i promise).
done by Bear at Storyteller Tattoo in Manassas, Virginia.
This sign is in my doctors office above the scale and I really love it. It actually made me feel a lot better after reading it
I just realized that I have to write 10 papers for my CH class. There are 10 of this specific kind due and I can only turn in one a week and it has to be on the readings discussed that week. I didn’t write papers over the last month so now I only have one week free to not write a paper and turn it in. I think I’ll just write like four papers at once since I’ve read a few of the readings previously. But wow. I’m suddenly very stressed about this. 10 fucking papers. Ten. Goddamn it Oxoby. I thought it was 5 papers. And then the two long papers. But no. Ten papers and then the two long papers. On top of the papers and various other assignments I have for my other classes.
look what i fucking did (original post)
everybodys dad has a weird obsession with something
the family business
What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love. But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.
Sometimes I see or read things, and I didn’t realize that I needed them until they are two GIFs of Nicki Minaj and some amazing commentary that come across my dash and I instantly burst in to tears and feel a weight lifted off my chest.
I’m not normally a fan of Shakespeare but I can honestly say that I enjoyed The Tempest. Granted, I read the No Fear Shakespeare version on Sparknotes, but still. It was a much more enjoyable play than I anticipated.
To anyone who likes reading things:
I know that I ask this of you all quite a lot, but I would really appreciate it if you would go and read my story. I need feedback, especiallly on the later chapters. It’s a work in progress- technically still the first draft- so parts of it may be rough and in need of improvement. I just would really love it if I could get people giving me their opinions and their ideas for the story. If anyone would like to be regularly involved with the story (kinda like a beta for fanfiction), let me know and I’ll see if it’s a good fit between us. Seriously, I’d love the help and the feedback. Thanks!