Alli, 21, Michigan. I am happily engaged. My odd sense of humor and obsessions comes to light in this life size representation of me. Feel free to message me. I am a friendly hobbit who enjoys good company.
"I’ve got demon blood in me, Dean. This disease is pumping through my veins and I can’t ever rip it out or scrub it clean. I’m a whole new level of freak! And I’m just trying to take this - this curse… and make something good out of it. Because I have to."
do u ever put on a shirt and look in the mirror and go
"no. this does not represent the full potential of my boobs"
If you’re battling a mental illness and didn’t want to wake up this morning but did anyways, you’re a motherfucking badass. Because living with a mental illness is hard and I’m damn proud of you for still being here and fighting. You’re metal as hell and tough as nails. So keep on fighting, you kickass Viking warrior. You can win this.
my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’
Some may look at this and see the man in a submissive or subservient role. Remember that being a Dominant means taking care of your submissive in every way, even little ways like fixing the strap her her shoe. To paraphrase a famous quote: You are never so Dominant as when you stoop to care for your submissive.
One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly.
I wish i had your 5th grade teacher. I’m sure i’ll think about this post a lot.