once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out.
This is my 20th summer on this earth and it is also the 20th summer I’ve gone without comic con
If anyone cares to know how to win my heart, buying me SDCC tickets is it
But actually imagine this.
Being a music student at Hogwarts. I bet the room of requirement would turn into a great place to have completely sound proof and flawless acoustics for a bunch of practice rooms. And I bet Hogwarts would have steinways and good mirrors should you want to check your physical technique. Great instruments for use to practice secondary as well as the best private instructors. And the library would probably have every score and libretto known to man.
Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdóttir (vocals) and Brynjar Liefsson (guitar) cover MGMT’s Kids
I initially wanted to have just a book giveaway BECAUSE OMG WTF in Gone Girl and needed someone to commiserate/panic with me. Two of my best friends got the Chris Colfer books for me…and I just want the winner to be somebody who enjoyed them as much as I did.
FYI - this giveaway is limited only to US citizens.
What you will get:
- a flower wreath (made be me!)
- unworn black and white striped leggings (size M)
- a cute ass journal
- a pair of fake eyelashes
- a pair of glasses
- various bracelets and a ring (from FOREVER21)
- a skull made of out of coal (?)
- various lip stuffs (I want to stress that although they might be open, they are unused)
- new red Chinese Mary-Janes (size 7.5-8)
- The Feminine Mistake, Gone Girl, Struck by Lightning, and the Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell.
I will pick the winner on AUGUST 22!
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Good luck - if you have any questions/comments, don’t hesitate to ask.
MARY FUCKING SHELLEY. ’oh, i’m a nineteen year old female in a world where females are basically valued only as mothers, grieving over the loss of my child, disowned by my father, in dire financial straights, stuck in a country that’s not my own, ignored and cheated on by my husband, and belittled by my husband’s friends? how am i going to deal with this? WHY DON’T I COMPLETELY CHANGE THE RULES OF LITERATURE, MOTHERFUCKERS? AND WHILE I’M AT IT, I’LL SIMULTANEOUSLY INVENT AN ENTIRE NEW GENRE, AND WRITE THE FIRST NON-RELIGIOUS CREATION MYTH.’