I’m scared of this
omg i want one irl
i want to BE one irl
(via kaleidoscopeinmyview)
i love this more then i really should
JESUS CHRIST WHY ARE WASPS HIGHER ON THE LIST THAN PRISONERS
PRISONERS AT LEAST HAVE THE CAPACITY TO SIT POLITELY AND CONGRATULATE YOU WASPS ARE THE PHYSICAL INCARNATION OF METATRON’S DICK FUCKING YOU IN THE ASS WITH NO LUBE
PHYSICAL INCARNATION OF METATRON’S DICK FUCKING YOU IN THE ASS WITH NO LUBE
I cannot even….
(Source: noirluis, via soffittaputtanna)
You can change the direction this train is moving just by thinking about it.
That is freaky.
(via dubbleaa)
- boy: shit baby you're so wet already
- girl: that's actually just vaginal discharge and my body is cleansing itself from bacteria and dead cells to prevent infection and to maintain optimal reproductive health i'm not even all that turned on right now and i would prefer to go get some food or something
This shit rules.
Turkish women, as far as fighting rape culture goes, you’re doing it right.
fuck you assholes.
every rapist should fear this
she still needs to go to jail for murder, I hope that happened
(via otakuazriel)
If she narrows her eyes and tries to imagine that it’s someone else sitting there, she can almost get her mind to believe it. But of course it isn’t anyone else. It’s Maura. She might look a little different, hair dyed another color and a bit disheveled, but it’s Maura without a doubt. Wrapped up in a blanket. Bleeding. Hurt….
Her hair was dyed because Cavanaugh said it would help disguise her better. Fool everyone a little bit easier. Jane had wanted to speak up, say that Maura shouldn’t even be doing this to begin with, that they could find another female who fit the bill, but she held her tongue. Cavanaugh was lead on this and she wasn’t about to go against him.
Jane had been on undercover operations before. She would keep as close to Maura as possible. At least that way she could try and keep her safe as well. But it hadn’t gone down like that.
They had barely made it out of the building before the explosion happened. They thought they had lucked out, that the bad feelings that were plaguing them both since last night were just an over abundance of nerves. This was the last chance they’d ever have of catching the suspect so they had to go through with it, nerves or not. And they thought they had succeeded. Until the very last moment. But by then it was too late.
Maura ended up getting the worst of it. Jane could overheard the EMTs talk about it. “…Concussion … Broken wrist…” and a few other words were all Jane was able to make out, what with the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.
She can’t believe what she allowed to happen. What she was there specifically to prevent, but could not. If Jane had reacted sooner, Maura wouldn’t have a scratch on her. She could have covered Maura with her body. Jane should’ve been the one hurt, not Maura. Jane hadn’t protected her. She had let Maura down right when she needed her the most.
Jane can tell that none of Maura’s injuries are life threatening, but getting her mind to believe it is another thing.
How could Maura ever forgive her for what she let happen? Her only job was to keep Maura safe and she couldn’t even do that.
Of course, Maura doesn’t see it that way. She knows it was an unfortunate incident that would have happened no matter who was with her. But she also knows that Jane has a tendency to personalize things, this event being no exception. Maura can already see in Jane’s eyes that she is blaming herself for this. For all of this. But Maura knows Jane is to blame for none of it.
After the dust settles, Maura will be sure to convince Jane that it was not her fault. That Maura knew what she was getting into. And that is something that Maura will have to come to terms with herself.
(via rizzlesarmy)
It seems that my anxiousness and embarrassment in certain social situations is causing some people annoyance.
I find it sad that I do not have any sort of musical talent, because I feel like I have ideas that could possibly be good, but I have no way of translating ideas into something more ‘real’.
My idea was to have some form of concept album about a jury, and have 12 songs concentrating on one aspect of each of the jury members’ lives. Then, another two, first and last, to sum it up, kind of as a jury. To open and close.
But, there’s nothing I can really do to express this except moan about it, so, what’s the point, really?
Glitter jars -
I was taught about glitter jars during my time as an inpatient. I learnt the magic of glitter during a self-soothe class as part of an emotional coping skills lesson.
There’s no science, no counting, no acceptance and no forceful methods involved in the alteration of your emotions during use of the glitter jar - just distraction.
Making a glitter jar is simple. You will need:
- 1 jar (with a lid of course!)
- 1/10 vegetable oil
- 9/10 water
- glitter - lots of!
- food colouring
- anything else shiny
Add the water and vegetable oil together. Add a few drops of food colouring, all of the glitter and anything else shiny. Put the lid on (tight!) and shake it.
When you want to cut / binge / scream / cry, shake the glitter jar and watch until the glitter is settled. It’ll calm you and hopefully the emotion will pass.
