okeydoke. i think i’ve answered most ppl’s messages now. if i haven’t sent you my url it’s possible 1) i’m just not comfy with you bc i don’t know you! 2) the msg didn’t go through
so last call for shooting me a msg bc by the end of the week this blog will be completely inactive.
Okay so I will probably be archiving this blog tomorrow at some point. You can message me for my new URL but you’ll have to understand if I don’t give it to you if we aren’t already mutuals. I might make a few exceptions but I’m trying to make this blog a Safe Place™ from certain unsavory peoples I’ve tried my hardest to stay away from.
It’s not going to be a private blog so you might find me again anyways which is okay, too.
when someones blogging is so on point that its all u can do to force urself not to reblog anything else of theirs bc otherwise ur blog would literally b their blog and then how would u maintain ur individualistic spirit
(via mythaelogy)
Okay so I will probably be archiving this blog tomorrow at some point. You can message me for my new URL but you’ll have to understand if I don’t give it to you if we aren’t already mutuals. I might make a few exceptions but I’m trying to make this blog a Safe Place™ from certain unsavory peoples I’ve tried my hardest to stay away from.
It’s not going to be a private blog so you might find me again anyways which is okay, too.
- have your wallet ready while waiting in line
- take off your headphones (if you’re wearing them)
- hand your cash/card directly to the cashier (please don’t just drop it on the counter!!!!)
- be polite!!! please and thank you is more than enough
- don’t yell at or harass the cashier for things they can’t control!!
- just be a decent human being???
(Source: ryuko-archive, via sleepyharley-moved-deactivated2)
"- Madeleine C, THE ABSENCE OF SILENCEyou’re all knotted up inside
your skin, you’re
a walking war
with your casualties
seeping through and
when there is a lull on the battlefield
i want to touch you but ―you are quiet and i am
loud noise and residual echoes
and a litany of gunfire, left
scattered on the
ground, left wondering
why you picked
me up.― i have forgotten what you
"
look like without the
indents of my fingers
remaining.
(Source: awfulmachinations)