lifeaccordingtohan:

-You do not need to be sicker to get help.
- You do not need to self harm or starve yourself to ‘prove’ that you’re struggling.
- You deserve help, you are worth it.

If you’re struggling, you deserve to get help. No ifs. No buts!

(via kismesexual)

videcoeur:

fan-troll:

troll headcanon time

  • alternia is a planet that’s on the smaller side with high oxygen and subtly low gravity. it’s nearly the same as earth, but these two factors enable the insects and animals to grow to large sizes. fully grown trolls are rarely under 5 feet…

Wow. This makes a lot of sense.

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gothqirl:

sometimes I want to listen to soft nice indie music and sometimes I want to listen to heavy metal rock and sometimes I want to listen to hardcore gangster rap and that’s just life

(Source: qothqueen, via cutely-perverted)

taxicar:

im like pre stress stressed like im stressed about the stress that i will b stressed about 4 school……………..education is magical 

(via kismesexual)

trauntwave:

a transgender person has a child

they are now transparent

(via kittykurloz)

Anonymous: What's the most illegal thing you ever did? 

sephyerite:

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.

No mercy.