So True!

yes very important to everyone. Mostly me tho

am i even important?

me? myself?

myblog? my dark?

am i even important

plush cat sewing himself back together 🪡

I MADE ANOTHER ONE WHY DID I MAKE ANOTHER ONE

based off of

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)

Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?

Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?

Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.

Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?

Dad: Hey are you awake? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.

Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.

Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.

Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.

Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.

Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.

Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.

Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.

Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*

Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.

Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...

Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.

Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.

Dad: Fuck the government.

Dad: Fuck the school board.

Dad: Close the door.

Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.

Dad: I love puns.

Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.

Dad: Please shut up.

Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.

Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.

Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.

Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.

Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.

Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.

Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.

Dad: They act like I care what they think.

Dad: I hate homework.

Dad: I have decided to become a politician.

Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.

                  After I stood standing there in aw, my mind trying to comprehend what she had said. Finally, it had dawned on me and I wanted to break down into tears and turned to ask for confirmation because I refused to believe. To believe that this had happened, and that I was now one of them.... but she was gone. No way to back out of it now. No way to refuse to believe. I am one of them. The one that whispered to me was now in a far different world than me; my friend was now in a far different world than me. And the reason I couldn't believe was because there wasn't a hint of shaking in her voice, nor a tear in her eye. Just pure calmness. She had told me before, a long time ago, that she had a special power, and now I know what that power was. I died. And she understood that I did not know. Just by looking at my face while I stood in shock at all of the people and animals that had long since past, an ability that I had never had before. She understood that and is why she whispered softly. However with that she also knew that I would no longer be in pain, nor shall I suffer, for now I was truly free and with that last realization everything began to glow with warmth. I was floating, rising upwards to a wonderful place. There was a bit of sadness in my heart for leaving everything behind, but thanks to her; thanks to my friend I could go in peace. To a much better place and wait for the day that we shall meet again in peace and harmony... .

thought I would try it. this is what I came up with ignore any typos or errors please.

Clementina Alexandra Rebecca Rebecca of Arloley

Enjoy this fun little game while we anxiously await the arrival of the royal baby #2!

Day 9 Parrot Waxcap refs+inpo

I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.

note to self  (via daenreystargaryen)

this is me

Omg

amazing 

I think these are cool! (nd just Rebloging not what I really think above)

- Limited Edition Glowing Powder Bottles -

Photography by pixel-flux Glowing bottle FAQ

YUP. These are limited too. I’m not too much of a fan of using powder in these - I like crystals more because they’re more efficient and they look nicer? But hey that’s just me. Sadly, crystals don’t come in many colors, while powder has a few more choices. So for these I have fiery orange and light blue!

Custom orders for glowing bottles will be open soon, read more about that here.

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