I love too many things. Following me will probably annoy you, so I don't recommend it.
I'm batshit and I have an unhealthy fixation on vampires (NOT the sparkly ones), Blair Waldorf's transformative power over my life, Cersei Lannister and her drinking game invention talent, the Troll of Winterfell - Sansa Stark, teens who are wolves (or Derek Hale), incestuous thousand year old vampires who originated their species, the rebels who took down the Capitol, fallen angels masquerading as Shadowhunters, fashion as performance and also as a convenient way to not be naked, dancing like a nerd, being a nerd, shiny things (that aren't vampires), and men I would like to rub myself on.
Fair warning. ;-)
*Jenny Humphrey powers activate!*
Follow my sewing/fashion/design student struggle blog: Sedge and Bee.
Omg this show! This show is a gift.
Mom (who is a sixth grade teacher): I can't just give them busy work. We have to teach the Constitution next week.
Me: Just show them National Treasure.....oh wait. That's the Declaration of Independence.
I just spilled pickle juice on my sheets and haven’t yet decided if that’s reason enough to change them.
I am so good at being an adult. So freaking good. Le sigh.
I’m caught up on Teen Wolf now. And all I can say is “Bad Peter! Naughty werewolf!” and “Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” about Kate Argent. Does anyone know why she’s even on this show?
If you don’t jiggle your ass to the beat in that one part of Anaconda, you’re missing out.
Sometimes you just have to have a mini dance party all alone in your room.
And sometimes you’re dancing to a song you’re making up as you go along.
The alarm telling me to go to sleep is going off in 15 minutes and I am definitely going to ignore it again like I have all month.
I love birthday emails from stores.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALUED CUSTOMER! CELEBRATE BY SPENDING YOUR MONEY WITH US!!"
Barbara Gordon: I'm gonna help Batman!
Barbara Gordon: *helps Batman*
Me: So I love you and everything that you are.
I have been wearing contact lenses since I was in the 6th grade and I have yet to get in the habit of always having my glasses nearby when I take them out. Apparently I’d rather continue to participate in the ever graceful and dignified practice of groping around for my glasses, half blind before realizing those are sunglasses and those are leftover 3D glasses from AMC and that’s a comb. Omg. I am the worst.
I was just about to post about how if Lord Maccon and Alexia don’t bone by the time this book is over (hate sex all the way) then I am going to throw something when he kissed her! TO SHUT HER UP! (I’m a bad feminist because I fucking love that trope in historical fiction/romance. It’s delightful to me personally.)
So apparently when there is a conflict between your blacklist and your whitelist on Tumblr Savior, the whitelist wins and it shows up on your dash anyway.