I Cant Stop Laughing, The First Time I Watched ROTS Was When I Was Sad And On My Period. This Was Four

I've been to around 11 or 12 schools in my life, and every. Single. One. Has a fucked up dress code. Any slimmer girl wears revealing clothes, totally fine. But if a thicker girl wears the same damn thing, you get dress codes and this old-ass male teacher comes up to you and tells you to put a sweater on or call home. Its frustrating..

If youre fat all of the like fashion subcultures out there arent really accessible to you.

Sam my beloved 💖💖

sam wilson deserves better

Did he kill many people? Sure. Did he hurt my beloved, padme Amidala?? Yes. Would I let him do the very same to me??? Of course.

Like/Reblog this if you DON'T hate Anakin Skywalker

please do this, i really want to know how many people don’t actually despise him

This duck better not let me down

This made me unnecessarily emotional-

Why Don’t We Collide The Spaces That Divide Us

For writer wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Pairing: Harold Lauder x gender neutral reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, maybe a passing glimpse of angst

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing. Just fucking canon because I want to. Also, hey look @peachyteague I did it! Title from Superposition by Young the Giant. Things I had to Google while writing this: how to spell melancholy, what a lifeguard hut was, what makes blood clot, how to spell misinterpreted.

You would think for all the traveling he’d done since the world went to shit, Harold wouldn’t look as pale as the sand he’s sitting on.

It’s on the West coast somewhere, he probably told you at some point exactly where but it doesn’t seem to matter to your mind like it does to his. That’s alright though, you trust Harold to lead you in the right direction like he trusts you to help him navigate whatever this is between you and him.

The afternoon sun isn’t quite high enough yet to be blinding and the thin clouds cast everything in a shade of monotone that whispers of melancholy while the chipped pale pink and blue paint of the lifeguard hut you stand on speaks a bit louder. Of something brighter.

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Tragic was always a word I found myself gravitating to for its a word to describe many scenarios, feelings and moments in life, although love seems to be the most tragic thing of all. I see the tragedy that was my parents and I would feel the ache of a tragic love story through the pages of a book,though nothing could ever prepare me for the devastating feeling of being the subject of one. It can be beautiful in a way of course, falling into this dark hole of sickly emotions with the one person you would ever let yourself fall like that with. I wasn’t that person for him but him for me, which just adds to that horrible pit of feelings but I can't seem to step away from it and back away from the ledge. I still look down and see hope somewhere in that dark abyss. I might call that delusion if it weren't for the fact that he isn't quite backing away either. He goes down first and I, like a dog, follow.

Bloody noses and secrets kept, hiding away in a bedroom or bathroom separately, though we’re together. Amongst the mess there is warmth and love but does that hold importance over all else?

The tip of my nose and fingers feel cold and a fog always floats throughout my head but through the fog I hear your voice, your laugh guides me and I’m home.

Reblog if you think trans women:

A. Are women

B. Can be lesbians

I would regret not being apart of this-

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.