I blog about pretty much any fantasy stuff (including, but not limited to, dr who, game of thrones, harry potter, & world of warcraft); sherlock and similar dramas; mental health; funny stuff; diabetes (i am type 1 diabetic); and basically anything that i find interesting/escapist.
(Trigger warning: some content may be upsetting for those with issues like depression/eating disorders/self harm/suicidal feelings.)
haha no prob, i was just looking through your blog and identify with a lot of it ^_^ xx
Ohh I’m rubbish at this nowadays…don’t really follow particular bands right now (hard to find the time with 3 little kids!), so atm I just listen to any good music I find, really =)
I think you need a Gerard Way sitting on your blog.
Sure. Why not.
"Music is for people who can’t handle their own thoughts”
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The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
He’s even got pretentious facial hair and an ugly, ill-fitting hat. I guess the warning markings don’t change as much as you’d think.
not stoned, just slightly pebbled
if you’re reading this ur fucking cute
If I’m fucking cute then who’s got gorgeous coz I’m bagging him as well.
1. Pour out how much you think you need.
Hey there frends-
I know a lot of you out there are struggling to acquire binders, and while you’re waiting to get one you might need an alternative. Ace bandages can be pretty hazardous to your health, so I thought I’d share my binding method with you. It came about out of necessity (I’m not in a position where I can buy myself a commercial binder,) but it’s comfortable and works great. I use it everyday and pass so well, at this point I’m not even looking into commercial binders anymore.
Hope this helps some of you.