if there was a way to make your blog have a smell, so that everyone visiting your blog automatically smelled it, what would you make your blog smell like?
This is actually really interesting to see people reply to, it tells you something about everyone and I love it
A new pack of mtg
Some sort of fresh fruit.
Smell: Roasting red meat, well oiled steel and gasoline.
Marshmellows over the hot coals of a fire.
Musty, but the good kind of musty. Like an old library or an abandoned cabin in the woods.
Open field, grass, wild flowers, fresh air
Grape lollipops!!!
Coffee
Old books and fresh bread
Lilacs and damp earth.
Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Coconut lime verbena, like the bottle of fragrance I have for candlemaking.
rain and damp soil
Rose water and almond extract.
Sunblock. And baby, obviously. Mine smells like a love cookie.
Jasmine tea, campfire smoke, old books, and the air before a thunderstorm.
It’s probably gonna sound super stupid but Raid mosquito tablets. They remind me of summer and childhood.
old books, shea butter, leather, and cloves
Roses and petrichor.
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Dear 15
When the car breaks down (again), you will reach deep into your pockets and offer up all of your measly life’s savings to fix it. Your mother will shake her head and you will not understand it. There is a lot you don’t understand, yet. And sometimes love comes in the shape of a “no” you are not equipped to accept. But 15 isn’t nearly so grown up at you think it is and the future is toddering toward you on shaky legs and it’s okay to be afraid of it. You don’t know who you are right now, but here are a couple hints: red meat makes your stomach hurt, pink is not the enemy, and girls are really, really pretty. And it’s okay if you want to kiss them.
Dear 13
Get a good look at this one—you’re going to remember him. The cherub face, the voice that rings louder than the one in your own throat; he is the worst thing that ever happened to you. But it will take four more years of being crushed into the margins of your own story to realize that. Right now, right now, he comes dressed as the answer to all of your prayers: looks like God right when you were starting to wonder if there was one. But, darling, if I could go back and keep you away from him, I wouldn’t. He is the atom bomb to your Nevada body and he mushroom-clouds everything that you think you know about yourself.
But he is also one of the only reasons you make it, at all. Broken things always grow back stronger, and now he’s a rumor of a boy with no home that wants him, and you are still standing. And you are stronger.
Dear 11
This is dangerous loving. You are too small, too soft. They are going to make mincemeat of you.
Dear 17
You took it too far—turned lonely into solitary confinement and apathy into a pissing contest. But the betrayals don’t hurt anymore so, hey, you did it. You let the ones who hurt you go. You let everything go. Your body is a steel wall, ninety degrees of unbending Empty. Your first kiss is a boy you hate; you are done leaving voicemails for a boy who might be dead, tomorrow; they are not the same boy, but they might as well be. You will snowball all this Nothing into an avalanche.
Dear 19
Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop. You can’t set fire to the hurting.
Now
11 wants to know what you did with your hair. 15 misses Dad and 19 doesn’t. None of us even recognize you and we can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad one but 13 is in love and 19 is kicking the shit out of her. And 15 is in love and 19 is setting her hair on fire and 17 says she doesn’t know what love means. 11 cried her eyes out yesterday and 17 didn’t do anything. How did you grow up on the backs of so many broken things? How strong can a bed of eggshells be? 15 is starving for affection—can’t remember the last time she was touched. 13 still has nightmares about the boy on the bus and the grin on his face and his hand down the front of her jeans and the way her heart felt like a chicken-wire fence caught in a hurricane. 13 didn’t get out of bed today. 17 sees the boy and hugs him instead of hitting him and feels sick for weeks but 19 is a survivor and she tells the rest of us to get the fuck over it.
What we mean is… are you happy? Because 19 made homes out of beds that she didn’t belong in and we just want 21 to make it.
Are you making it?
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what i love about both remus and lily is that they both seem to do this thing where it’s like “oh you’re an asshole? then you may right now immediately go fuck yourself” like when snape called lily a mudblood she was instantly like “ok you deserve whatever you get also your underpants are gross #evansout” and then when remus finds out that peter is alive he’s instantly just down to calmly fucking murder him “shall we kill him together?” like dad please
Remus and Lily will stick by you through hell and high water, even if they know you’re in the wrong and kick themselves for enabling you. But if you prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that you don’t deserve it and you never did, then you are well and truly invited to a game of Hide and Go Fuck Yourself.
(Source: bengaliprincess)
Run faster.
Walk like you have back up. That’s what it means for men.
it genuinely took me a minute to realize this meant “walk sexy so they stare at your ass” and not “walk quickly and/or run because you’re in danger.” men are so fucking stupid and have zero conception of what being a woman in public is actually like lol
Every single woman who reads this immediately thinks, “Walk faster. Change directions. Surround yourself with people. Call your mom/sister/friend, tell her where you are, that you love her. Squeeze the keys between fingers tighter.”
That quote is either a warning or a threat.
Oscar de la Renta marketing team lacks powerful women.
fucking this. my immediate reaction was clenching my fists, just reading this.
I swear all the color drained out of my cheeks just reading this, my shoulders tensed up, HELLO ADRENALINE.
so i’d be pretending i’m on the phone and dropping hints that i’m a judo instructor. IS THAT HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO WALK, OSCAR? BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I DO WHEN THREE MEN ARE FOLLOWING ME AT NIGHT
I ALSO START SPEED WALKING
GODDAMMIT OSCAR, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE BEING A WOMAN WALKING ALONE???
DO YOU ???
Literally did not even occur to me that this sign could mean anything other than a warning, until this post pointed out what it was actually supposed to mean. Jesus fucking christ.
I’m glad someone up there translated from Manspeak, cause yeah no I wasn’t gonna be able to figure it out. My mind went the same place as the rest of y'all.
Yeah, my first thought was that it was a warning to be alert while walking.
If this had been phrased “Walk like you have three friends behind you,” I would have read it as ‘Walk like you’ve got backup, be confident.’ But seriously, if there are three men behind me I’m holding something that can be used as a weapon, moving in as ‘masculine’ a manner as I can, and taking deep breaths in case I need to fight.
grantaire-put-that-bottle-down:
hey there LGBTQ kids who are also Christian/Jewish! If you feel like you’re disobeying God, questioning your faith, or feel wrong and dirty for loving who you love, there’s this fantastic site I found today called hoperemains that accurately and thoroughly combs through scripture and its (many) mistranslations, validates your orientation, and basically let’s you know that you’re not pissing off God. It’s insanely thorough and after reading through every page on the entire site it’s super helpful. Go check it out!
No no no! Jewish LGBTQ kinderlach! Go to Keshet!
hoperemains is completely from a Christian perspective, and not pluralistic or interfaith at all.
If you reblogged the first post from me please reblog this amendment so the Jewish peeps can access this resource too!
Trans Jewish kids, you can go to TransTorah as well!
Muslim LGBTQ kids, you can go to iamnotharaam! It’s run by a mod squad of different genders and orientations, and they take submissions from everybody!
–BB
MAY ANYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS BE ELEVATED TO THE EQUIVALENT OF SAINTHOOD IN THEIR RELIGION BLESS ALL OF YOU OH MY GOD.
REBLOGGING THIS AGAIN BECAUSE IT’S SO FREAKING IMPORTANT TO ME AND ALL MY FOLLOWERS TO READ THAT DEAL WITH GRIEF AND GUILT WHILE BEING LGBTQ AND RELIGIOUS
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i think we all have that one piece of media we like that’s basically “i love this thing, but i dont think everyone should watch this thing and would not categorically recommend it to other people i know, this thing has a lot of problems and i am the first person you should ask if you want to know a long list of criticisms, but i REALLY ENJOY THIS THING” its like holding up a can of trash to everyone else and saying “you are a reasonable person and you would not enjoy touching this garbage and i value that about you” and then pouring it out on the ground and rolling around in it yourself
(Source: diskothiqueer, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
Reblog if you’d love to see Carrie Fisher strangle Donald Trump to death with a chain
At first I didn’t understand the context and I was like “kinda specific but sure yeah I’m down”
Are you kidding, I’d pay money to see Carrie Fisher strangle Donald Trump to death with a chain
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one of my Favorite Things is when you have a line in a song that’s obviously a metaphor but when you put it in the right fandom context it’s actually completely literal
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What are y'all allergic to I’m really curious
(Source: tamboochie, via princehal9000)