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I was tagged by a ton of people to do the 20 beautiful women challenge! Thanks so much, ye’re so sweet! I tag everyone, because everyone is beautiful!


I’m really self-conscious so please don’t say anything mean, (these are really bad photos… I don’t know how to selfie!) and I know I look 10 but I’m not I swear! hah! … I expect the unfollowing to begin now…

unpopular opinion: i think it’s unrealistic when the gods are portrayed as parents who actually give a sh*t ? like in headcanons.. idk i mean they are gods they fuck, marry, kill their families on a daily basis so why would they care if one their children got a bf/gf or sth like that ._.

so I had to write a poem for school and...

The Fault in our Stars

This poem was inspired by John Green’s book The Fault in our Stars and Troye Sivan’s song “The Fault in our Stars”.

“Sometimes you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.” – John Green

I cannot fathom my thoughts,

They are a pain that demands to be felt.

If infinities are infinite,

Then how are some bigger than others?

Heartbreak is a privilege if it’s by you, Hazel Grace,

Grief does not change you, but reveals who you are.

Without pain, we would not know joy,

But this pain is worse than ever before.

You die in the middle of your life,

The sentence that was never finished.

Life is a metaphor,

The killing thing is always between our teeth.

Whether this killing thing does the killing

Is unknown until the end

You get to choose if you get hurt,

By this killing thing, in this world.

I am grateful for our infinity, Hazel Grace,

It was small, but the world doesn’t always grant our wishes.

The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves,

And to that, I say,

“Okay.”

On The Midsummer Station, its critics, and how this affects the new Owl City album

To all the Hoot Owls, ex and current: I’m writing this because when I search for “Adam Young blog,” one of the first results on Google shouldn’t be “Why I’m No Longer a Fan of Adam Young.” I’m writing this because there is a line between constructive criticism and hate, and I see it crossed far too often. But most importantly, I’m writing this because the new album is dropping in less than six months, and this needs to be addressed before we have another The Midsummer Station.

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Hi guys ^_^ happy fabioh!

This is my first fabioh as I’m always too scared to participate because you guys are all awesome and yeah.

However I am going to do this!

My name is Caitlin I am 15 living in Sydney, Australia. I’ve grown up here and I love except for how expensive everything is and it’s so isolated from literally everywhere else in the world. I don’t have a flag, well, I probably do somewhere in my shed and I didn’t even bother turning the light on for the photos because my school ended today and I’m in bed so there was no way I was looking ^_^

I like many things, Yu-gi-oh being one. I’ve loved it since I was 4 and even then I was obsessed, it died down at age 9 but last year I watched abridged for the first time and i once again spiraled into madness.

I am watching so many shows at the moment, I just keep starting new ones (black butler is one if you guessed from the poster!) I play netball, i like drawing, sewing and reading. When I finish school I would like to travel and do an International Studies course then become a translator and subtitle person and after that a school/uni counselor or something else I’m not sure.

I’m not sure if that was an okay fabioh?

Actually love the yugioh fandom I see you as family even though I don’t speak too much ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

oxford comma: chapter seventeen

“Ah, Suzy!” Mila said as she entered the kitchen. “I was hoping you were here, ‘cause I need to–um, why is there a random balloon in our kitchen?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “No bloody clue,” I replied. “Went for a jog and Xavier said this was left for me.”

Mila pouted her lips in confusion, much like I was doing, then pointed out a note attached to the bottom. “What’s the note say?” Not saying anything in reply, mostly because I was a little embarrassed I hadn’t noticed that yet, I reached for it and read what it said.

Thanks for the other night. - H

read on 1dff // read on tumblr below // previous chapters

ps. this chapter is dedicated to the ever wonderful lissie niallerthecreator who let me run a certain idea by her almost a year ago! a specific scene that takes place in this chapter was the main reason behind the fic, and lissie’s been waiting so patiently for it ever since. love youuuuu boo xxxx

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I’m so proud of myself :’)))
I’ve been working on my cognitive behavior (the way you think and the feelings/emotions you get from those thoughts) but today me and my psychologist finally started trying new foods
I have NEVER in my life eaten more than a tiny bite of vegetables. today I ate an entire plate, without gagging, throwing up, crying (this happens automatically because I’m ultra sensitive to taste, texture, smell, vision and sound.. when I eat something new I get a sharp pain in my throat (like tonsil area?) and it brings tears to my eyes without me wanting it),…
this is literally the imoment I have been waiting for my entire life and I’m so happy :’))))))))))