please rito make thresh the new rap master
I-IF SOMEONE LIKED THE IDEA AND IS INTERESTED… I MAde a… thread in LoL forums… if you want to vote…
There is life. There is death.
♔ INDIE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS THRESH. 8+
YEARS RP EXPERIENCE. MULTI-VERSE
AND AU FRIENDLY. ANON, OC ACCEPTING.
PARA, NOVELLA, SCRIPT, LIT, ADAPTIVE.
MAY CONTAIN NSFW.And then there is me.
this gives me life and inspires me to step up my lipstick game
ALICE ROOSEVELT WAS HARDCORE. “She was known as a rule-breaker in an era when women were under great pressure to conform. The American public noticed many of her exploits. She smoked cigarettes in public, swore at officials, rode in cars with men, stayed out late partying, kept a pet snake named Emily Spinach (Emily as in her spinster aunt and Spinach for its green color) in the White House, and was seen placing bets with a bookie.
SCHOOL WAS CANCELED BECAUSE OF FLOODING AND HERE ARE SOME GEMS I FOUND
we get 2-4 inches of rain and this shit happens
To be fair, the ground here is so cracked and dry, it doesn’t soak up water as fast as other places do. So instead of taking it all in, it floods, and we don’t know how to deal with floods. Also, flash floods are a thing.
halloween’s coming early on tumblr
LOOK AT THIS CUTE ASS MOTHER FUCKING PIGLET!!!
how does something this small even exist? is this a pig molecule? i need to lay down a while
Terry Crews gets it. Amen!
BRUH. IT’S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE.
THE ACCURACY IS OVERWHELMING.
The most perfect description of Sarah Palin I’ve ever seen O.O;
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
Rachel Wiley (via nocarebear)
I feel it’s my obligation to reblog this whenever it comes up on my dash.