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I need some help. No, I don’t need donations, or funds, or anything dramatically life altering. All I need is for you to click reblog if you agree with me on this one small point: My baby brother Nicky loves having his nails painted like mine. He comes over to me when I’m painting my nails and asks me, willingly, to do his as well. I always agree, and I let him pick the colours and everything. (He usually picks green, because, as he informs me every time, green is his “favouritest colour ever!”) I see no problem with him wanting his nails painted. He likes colour, and he says that it makes him happy to be like his sister. Plus, its like bonding time for us. I don’t get to see him often, so me painting his nails is like our little bit of private time together. The problem, my friends, comes in the form of our father. He thinks nail polish is for girls only, and he hates when I paint my brother’s nails, even if I paint them the most neutral colours I own. He still hates it and thinks its wrong for boys to have painted nails. What I’m asking of all of you, is that you answer this simple question: Do you think its ‘okay’ for a boy (who is three and a half years old, just btw) to want his nails painted like his big sister? Reblog/like this post if you think its okay. Ignore if not. I’ll be sending my father screenshots of this post, the notes and replies it might get. Cmon tumblr. Help me out
Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.
Trying to make a point to my father.
please reblog this if your blog is safe for asexuals
(an ace safe space)
I’ll take 4 thousand please thanks
now i can rub Jesus all over my body
ANIME NO
CORRECT USE OF THE NEW LAYOUT.
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
I’m crying, this is so hard to read!
I needed this tonight. Thank you so much.
I am literally crying this hit a nerve so hard and was so well put oh my god
PROBLEMATIC SUN MOON AND RISING SCALE /10
Add up your sun, moon, and rising, and that's what you get!
Aries: 3
Taurus: 1
Gemini: 5
Cancer: 0
Leo: 4
Virgo: 1
Libra: 4
Scorpio: 3
Sagittarius: 5
Capricorn: -1
Aquarius: 1
Pisces: 0
EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT REBLOGS THIS BY DECEMBER 25TH, 2015 WILL GET A RANDOM DOODLE
The doodle will be based off their url, blog title and/or description!
Please reblog if you are gay, bi, asexual, pan sexual, transgender, or a supporter
I’m trying to teach a lesson to my homophobic mother, so every url that reblogs are likes this will be written down and posted all over Niagara Falls
Cry me a fucking river
Cry me a fucking river
reblog this with your rising sign and whether you are smol or tol
libra // smol
gemini / tol
taurus // smol
gemini / smol af
leo / tol
virgo // v smol
aries/ smol -Jody
libra / smol af
scorpio / smol
Virgo smol
cap - tol
cap - tol as well
Pisces - smol
Virgo - 5'6" ?
aries smol
Aries tol
Aries || smol :’^)
Scorpio tol
WAIT I MEANT “SCORPIO || SMOL” I didn’t see the rising part thing omg
Gemini || smol
I’m going to come out as bisexual to my homophobic parents on 1st January 2016, please reblog this and I will put your URL in a notebook and give it to them to show that people support me x
We’re with you, my friend
We’ve got your back.
U GO, BRO
Just curious
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A safe haven open for people of any gender
A safe haven open for people of any race
A safe haven open for people of any sexuality
A safe haven open for people to be themselves
A safe haven open for you to be yourself
Also reblog if you don’t like your safe haven being ruined by bad stuff- hate, discouraging comments, bullying, and other bad things.