made-my-me

When I learned about segregation in the 3rd grade I put a “no white people” sign on the backyard gate for my 9th birthday party. My mom made me take it down

I just left the theatre after watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man tell no tales and i’m screaming!
The film was amazing and I hope that there wil be a sequel BUT I will never know because my brother made me leave the theatre before the after credit scene!
And, obviously, I can’t find it online.
So, people, DON’T LEAVE THE THEATRE! DON’T LEAVE IT! HELP CLEAN THE ROOM!
And then tell me the after credit scene!

there are very few things in life that i’m genuinely afraid of. heights? no problem! spiders? i’m good with it! drowning? i mean, it would suck, but there are worse ways to go! i tend to think of myself as a pretty fearless person, or at the very least someone who is able to effectively conceal their fear when the need calls for it. 

but…….wasps, man. i cannot fucking deal with a wasp. i left my window open last night (because it was as humid as satan’s underarm sweat and the touch of any kind of cloth against my skin made me want to lock myself in a deep-freezer forever) and a wasp decided to enter my abode like a charlatan without even bothering to knock. just waltzed right in like it fucking owned the place. it woke me up at 5am with its frenetic buzzing and quite honestly i thought that was it for me. i was lying there in bed, absolutely motionless with sheer terror, and the thought going round and round my head like a hamster on an exercise wheel was “oh my god. i’m going to die. i’m going to die and they’re going to find me naked.” i don’t know why i was so convinced that this wasp spelled my doom, but for some reason i was certain that if i stayed in that room i would not live to see the next day. 

so i held still until the wasp alighted on a nearby wall, dragging its horrible sting along behind it, and then i leaped out of that bed like a bat out of hell, shot out of the door (thankfully remembering to put on a dressing gown first, so as not to permanently scar my flatmates) and ran to the kitchen, where i sat on the floor and breathed in giant wheezing gasps. once i’d recovered enough for my lungs to actually behave like lungs, i spent the next forty minutes periodically cracking open my bedroom door and peeking in to see if the wasp had left yet. even when i was sure it had gone, had checked every single nook and cranny for Evidence of Wasp, had turned on my damn hairdryer to see if the noise could provoke it out of hiding, i was still way too tense and anxious to go back to bed. i got no sleep. fuck that wasp. fuck wasps.

i’m probably just being a “special snowflake” but i used to have something like a fidget spinner back in grade school that my granddad made me and people would make fun of me for having it and for simply having ADD and ptsd and now everyone is using them for some source of entertainment and honestly tbh it’s annoying as hell and kinda disrespectful in a way of having your coping mechanisms be seen as trendy when people used to make fun of u for em 

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nickname: lyns, deedee (but my niece calls me that lol). 
gender: fem.
zodiac sign: cancer.
hogwarts house: “wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.”
favorite color: pastel pink and/or black.
time right now: 20:10.
average hour of sleep: 6-7.
last thing I googled: ‘amazon uk’ (gotta love ‘dem uk editions). 
blankets I sleep with: a purple tie blanket my sister made me for christmas about four years ago (& a duvet i got from ikea).
favorite bands: the 1975, sleeping at last, & oh wonder.
favorite solo artist: sky ferreira, & lana del rey. 
dream trip: i’d really love to go to amsterdam or poland (that’s where my family is from). 
wearing: an abercrombie hoodie & jeans w/ cloud socks. 
age of blog: i started feb of 2014. 
following: literally no idea… it’s around 200-250.
posts: 32k+ (it’s because i like and reblog nearly everything i see).
what I post about: books, book characters, musicians, actors/actresses, quotes, photography, fashion, etc.
when did my blog reach its peak: probably when i (finally) reached 1k lol. 

tagging: @lilycallouway, @alohomra, @fierceds, @mavencalore, @softalina, @cresceant, @lilycolloway, @csaintclair, @vildeleins, @evaschistad, @glendowier, & @palmetostate.

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iM LAUGHING SO MUCH?

A kid I met before invited me in a group, told me nothing, and just put us in that custom game. I never laughed that much in my life, especially:
-All the fast tap tap from hanzo’s feet
-How you go flying just by climbing stuff
-Ryu ga-Ryu ga wag- Ryu ga w-
-One of them is called Kaplan

Special mention to those two Hanzo flying that made me lost my shit:

I remember when I was like 14/15, Dan Howell was at university making all these existential crisis videos and thinking jesus he exaggerates every small thing. Now I am 19 and at university and eating a packet of tortellini to myself when it’s meant for two people has actually made me question my existence. I get it now.