Can we please put all of them on a runway? I just got my life

GO AWFFFFF

Omg yes

🔮🏛🗽🇺🇸🚫💩🚫🇺🇸🗽🏛🔮

Emoji Spell for Clinton to win the election

Likes charge (say blue)

Reblogs cast (say dump trump)

Hello my lovely witches!

As I am so excited to have gained my most recent batch of followers, I’ve decided to do another giveaway contest! 🔮🌙💜✨

Winners will get their choices of:

Three winners will be chosen randomly. First place gets choice of three prizes, second place gets two choices, third place gets one choice.

RULES

Good luck, and have fun!! 🔮🌙🌿🎃👻✨

Changed date to November 1st,

as I realized how silly it was of me to want to plan a giveaway on the BUSIEST DAY OF THE WITCHY YEAR.

– was previously set to be October 31st~

mood

mood too

w i t c h e s  :  elementals (controllers of the elements)

“ It’s armor. On a woman. It doesn’t have to look feminine.”

If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I’m dead.

… Was a friend

I think I reblog this every time it comes up. I make paper stars and sometimes it does make me feel better

i never knew how to make paper stars, so i looked up for tutorials on youtube.

when i’m lonenly, which is translated to most of the time, i make them; green, yellow, pink, blue, white, purple.

and, believe me, it’s kind of a relief to make them. not only for the colors and cute shape, but also for the fact that the time i spend makin them i am entertained and don’t have to think about my loneliness anymore.

i learnt how to make them like two months ago, by the way. and i have made over 300. 

it’s awesome. 

I’ve been wanting to see this story again.

This is for everyone. Guys, girls, both, neither, and more.

When you’re upset, make a star. When you’re stressed, make a star. I make them in school when the teacher yells at our class for being lazy or dumb. I make them at home when I’m in my room, wishing someone would notice my feelings and give me comfort. I’ve always made them with whatever I had around, and write a number on each and every one because its therapeutic. I can see how far I’ve come and how many times I haven’t given up.

Right now I’m at around four-hundred and seventy, and it really puts everything into a perspective.

Thats four hundred and seventy times that I could’ve given up. I’ve gotten pretty close on some of them - scarily close, but every one of those stars is a reminder to keep pushing forward, because I wake up every day and on my dresser is a box full of stars, and when I’m happy I think of how far I’ve come.

I think this idea should be passed around as much as possible. Its calming and distracting from and panic I feel. It gives me something methodical to do: Fold here. Fold there. Crease that line. There you go, Create. Produce. Make something solid and focus on it. Make another if you need to. Write a number. Fill up the jar, box, drawer.

And when you’re breaking and feel everything crashing down, you can look at your stars and think:

“See? I made it through alright. I can give it another go.”

Gonna reblog this every time it pops up on my dashboard.

leoreturns:

omg

This has been in my queue for months.

I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

YES

omg i didnt reblog this last year!

HAHAHAH

MY NAME, IS FRICKIN MOON MOON. I’D BE THE MOST IDIOTIC WOLF. ‘OH SHIT WHO BROUGHT FUCKING MOON MOON ALONG?’

the post that started it all

oh god

Never not reblogging.

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots

oh my god it is the legendary moon moon post

Ladies and Gentlemen: The MoonMoon post.

always reblog the moon moon post

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’ The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed.. ‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff. ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn. Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

This just changed me

woah

I need to re-think my whole life

THERE’S A SEQUEL

mulan dont give a shit

mulan has run out of fucks to give

Mulan no curr

Mulan: “Gurl had it coming.”

Mulan: ” One less bitch, to worry about “

Mulan: “Who’s next?”

Mulan: “Look at all that dishonor”

I’M LAUGHING TO HARD AT THIS OMG

MULAN NO CURR

Mulan: Are you fucking serious Snow

Mulan: I fought in a motherfucking war

Mulan: I saved motherfucking China

Mulan: And you get taken down by a motherfucking apple

DISHONOUR ON YOU! DISHONOUR ON YOUR COW!

If one day I no longer reblog this it’s because I’m no longer in this world.

DISHONOUR ON DWARFS!

like how can u not reblog

Isn’t it a little odd to think that they all grew up together? Like, when I introduce people to my best friend and we’re like, “Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were six” and have all these weird memories of, like, teachers and parents interacting and jokes no one else gets.

That’s what these guys are to each other. I love that.

PREACH

The boys… (x)