today we had to watch a video of a woman giving birth and I am mentally and emotionally scarred for the rest of my life


The mysterious knight of the vale that didn’t respond to the term “Ser”

Sansa knew when she saw his towering figure, she even knew with his cloaked face, Sandor Clegane had fought his way to the North. She knew, with so many strangers in her home, many plotting her demise, that this non-knight who fought through the crowd of flayed men would never harm her. And she knew this was the one man in all of Westeros who would never judge her on her scars.

I am gonna need this to happen now. Sorry for poopy quality. I sketched it at work and I can’t save/upload (no internet) so I have to snap a pic on my phone.

Get to Know Me

Rules: repost and tag people you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by patternofdefiance

Nicknames: One of my sisters calls me Chrysalis, but no one else does.. and belladonnaq has nicknamed me Army

Pronouns: She/her/hers, they/their/theirs 

Current time and date: May 6, 2015, 9:04 PM MST

Birthday: January 7

Average amount of sleep: I tend to get a good amount of sleep nowadays, usually at least six hours. I don’t necessarily like it, I am in a better mood when I’m tired, and I’m not even more productive when I’ve slept. :/

Lucky number: 7. I can’t remember the reason for this, and I hardly ever think about it, unless I’m looking at the back of a fortune (from a fortune cookie) that has the lucky numbers listed on it

Last thing I googled: “alpha centauri bb orbit”

First word that comes to mind: aluminum, Saturnalia (wtf???) 

One place that makes you happy:  Any bathtub. Maybe they’re all really the same place?? Any hotel, airports/airplanes. The outdoor part of Salt Lake City Coffee Break. There’s a particular area of my apartment complex that looks magical at night, with its round lights and slanting sidewalk. Literal closets. Thrift stores. La Caille restuarant (I can’t afford to eat there, but boy is it nice to look at). Waterfalls!!! Any waterfall. Farms. Places that have really small streams and snails and moss that make you think of tiny worlds that consist of beetles and mushrooms, and maybe there are baby ducks, or cows. Or goats. 
Also, I accidentally made this part bold and I don’t know how to fix it, sorry

Favourite characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Spock, the Little Prince, Dana Scully, ALL of the characters from Parks and Rec

Favourite food: Not to repeat what patternofdefiance already said, but toast and motherfucking sushi. If I were about to die from eating too much, I would probably still eat more sushi. French fries are the only true wonder of the world. Grilled salmon. Blueberries!!! Mangoes. Licorice, popcorn, scones (the southern kind, not the crumbly kind), croissants, cinnamon rolls, fucking donuts…I am getting too excited about this part of the quiz, this could go on forever. food tw.

Favourite drink: coffee. I was thinking about it in the bath earlier, I have been drinking coffee since I was a child, and I drink it unlike anyone else I know in person. So much. I have only had about three or four cups today?? that’s like nothing. I like those coffees that are mixed with coconut water. Also, green tea, chamomile tea, Earl Grey. Chai lattes. Kombucha. 

Favourite book Author(s): I feel like such a dirt person, I don’t read enough actual books to have favorite authors. I haven’t finished a book in so long, all I read is fanfiction these days. Though, I remember that I like John Steinbeck’s writing style? Send me book recs, obviously I need them.

Favourite book: Okay, this one is going to be bold too, I guess. Favorite book…lol…I hate myself. I’m going to say popup books, how’s that? 

Last movie I saw in the theatre: Avengers: Age of Ultron. I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I love Jarvis, and Iron Man and Bruce and Steve and Hawkeye; on the other hand, Black Window seemed OOC and I ship myself with a mop harder than I ship Natasha with Bruce. I just don’t see it. Maybe it will give me perspective on how anti-johnlockers will feel when tjlc comes to fruition. Idk. Silver lining.

Last holiday: If cons count, then 221b Con in Atlanta, April 9-13th. If cons don’t count, then going to Wendover with my grandparents in February–I was not a fan, but I got to go to a hotel, and I like the aesthetic of casinos. OH, there was a Sherlock Holmes themed game, and I was like, “Finally, something for me!” but this old lady was hogging it, so I didn’t get to play it. In the hotel’s halls, the same few paintings kept repeating over and over again, and there were a lot of mirrors–it freaked me out, and my mom said casinos are designed to fuck with your perception of time (mine is already shit, so I was like…whoa)

Dream holiday: PARIS. I want to go to fucking Paris. And the fucking SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS, YASS. I would like to go to London, as well, and fucking POMPEII!!!! I have wanted to go to Pompeii since I was 11. Kind of forgot about that one. 

Dream wedding: Lol…..me, marrying the sky. Preferably in the sky. Also I am wearing Valentino, or Elie Saab. There’s a castle. The lighting is pink and gold against the white marble, and I’m probably dead. Frosted glass. The sunset is woven into everything you touch. You can drink it, taste it. You can BE it. The longer I type, the weirder this is going to get.

Dream job(s): Cloud. Mountain goat. Space cadet. Raisin that has fallen beneath a sofa. I have no goals or aspirations. This is a depressing question.

Zodiac: Capricorn.

Myers-Briggs: I’m not sure I remember and I’m not going to go and look through them, but I THINK it was intp when I did take it. Which type spends their entire existence alternating between forgetting that they exist physically in the world and being painfully aware of their own imminent physical demise? I’m whichever one that is.

Relationship Status: In A Committed Relationship with My Eternal Churning Sense of Confusion and Discomfort

What are you wearing: Shoes: None. Pants: dark red grandma pants. The cotton kind that I think are supposed to look like slacks, but they have an elastic waistband. Underwear: mauve, also for grandmas. Maybe I AM a grandma. Shirt: a hawaiian one (in case anyone had any doubts that I’m American), blue with dark red flowers and palm trees and waves on it. There’s also seagulls and tiny people rowing boats on it. Also, a navy hoodie that’s made of almost towel material. It’s a billion years old and it’s falling apart and ugly, and I think it’s my most cherished article of clothing. Also: my glasses. Earlier, I was wearing novelty halloween earrings (candy skulls with green hair), but unfortunately, I have since removed them.

I’m going to try to tag people that haven’t been tagged yet: fclixdawkins like-a-bathbomb diamondsnakeinablacksky contre-tabarnack johnlock-is-the-new-black rizla-sherlock sherlocks-lip-scar shortsexyhard tellmeimnotinsane drewxxrobyn mlleneko whybenny and the one whose URL used to be on-your-left-bucky but it;s not anymore and I don’t know what it is now.

anonymous asked:

I completely broke down and cut myself a bunch today, but then I looked at your picture and the caption under it about your scars and I both cried and smiled. I made a mistake but hearing your story made me realize that I am more than my scars or pain, I can move forward from what happened and try to not let it happen again. Love you Rosie ❤️ your blog always helps make my day

I love you. Please find strength, if you need - print that caption and have it easily available in your room/wallet, wherever you need. Read it when you’re struggling. Use it as fuel, remind yourself of your value.

You are so much more than your pain and scars. They do not define you. You can definitely move forward, I believe in you and send you strength ❤️

I want to share some quotes with you..

“Before you can live a part of you has to die. You have to let go of what could have been, how you should have acted and what you wish you would have said differently. You have to accept that you can’t change the past experiences, opinions of others at that moment in time or outcomes from their choices or yours. When you finally recognize that truth then you will understand the true meaning of forgiveness of yourself and others. From this point you will finally be free.” — Shannon L. Alder

“You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don’t know it, all of that doesn’t even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It’s not like you have forever, so don’t waste any of your seconds, don’t throw even one of your moments away.” — C. JoyBell C.

worn down, paper thin-

my pain wont be healed with 
some sort of band aid.
you can’t sew me up and put
me back together,
i need more than super glue
and duct tape to mend the
wounds left on my heart.
i’m breaking into pieces
and i’m feeling less and less
like myself these days.
i left so much of myself in your
tangled bedsheets,
i hardly have enough to wrap
myself in my own.
i was haunted by a ghost once,
but i realized it was merely
the memories of all of the
men who have flung me aside.
you all have taken me apart
limb by limb
and i am still in major need of
i’m leaking,
bleeding out all of my tattered
for all of the times when i thought
i could be something more,
something to cherish,
someone worthy.
i’ve picked off all of my scabs
just to make it known
that i am scarred.
i flaunt my markings like ribbons
around my neck,
leaving rings of rust 
and tearing through the skin
on my collar bones.
i am fragile,
paper thin
and hurting
i just want to remember what
it feels like to have the 
strength in my foundation
that once made me feel


Happy Ace Day my fellow awesome Aces!

Ace of ♥️s ~ Alloromantic (in my case, Biromantic) Asexual

I have a deck of cards that I put all my favourite quotes on. It just so happens that my Ace of Hearts (unintentionally) has one of the ones I am most partial to:

“Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.”
-David Rossi

Everyone have a wonderful day! I love you all 💜💜 ~Hannah

I am so very sorry. Self harm is an addiction that I have now suffered with for going on 4 years, it really saddens me to actually think about that. I am now covered in scars and I hate every inch of myself. The thing about self harm is it relieves my self hatred whilst also fuelling it at the same time. That will never make sense to me.