Where It All Comes Out



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My blog is made up of bits and bobs and things that are random and me. Food, fandoms, words and kink.. that might be the simplest way to describe it.

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There are going to be posts that are NSFW. If you are not 18, go away. You have no place being here. Feel free to come back after that point though ^^.





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renirabbit:

 I love them because:

  • a “like” in a post that took me time makes my day
  • a *hugs* when I’m sad can make all the difference
  • the effort to go on my ask box and talk to me makes me feel like I’m worth of something
  • And because when you reblog something and fangirl with me I don´t feel so alone

So thank you for following me

(via thranduilings)




lilopelekai:

"…my friends need to be punished."

This girl..  I want to know where she’s getting her books XD

(via girlsbydaylight)



theroguefeminist:

themonkeybananaking:

tinasfanfiction:

Hello Queen of Genovia

i read an article once that tried to “analyze” why so many people hate anne hathaway. i think the reason is because she’s a woman who sticks up for herself and stands up against sexism

(Source: alianovnataliasoldblog, via holy-mackerel-batman)

The series is getting made into a game! :D 
Just the teasing bits that have been posted up so far are looking good. 
Can we do this? Please? Even if you just reblog, it would help. 





ispeakalchemy:

Contact.

I have to have it.  Even if it is just the delicate, fragile clasp of a pinky-swear, or the brazen claim of ownership of my leg thrown over yours in the still, small morning hours, or a casual fistful of your hair clasped contentedly as we watch tv or go to sleep.  I have to be close to you, near you, within touching distance.  The worst thing I can imagine is being anywhere that is away from you.

I know I am intense.  I know I get clingy, that I overwhelm you with my neediness, that there are times when you wish for a little space.  And those times, I try … I really do.  I may sigh theatrically, loudly blowing errant locks of hair out of my face with pouty lips, but I want you to feel the same way about me — so I don’t push.  I straighten my shoulders and endeavor to be a big girl; I busy myself with tasks, and focus on anything other than my separation from you.

But, in the end, we both know that I am counting those minutes until I can be in your arms again.ispeakalchemy

This couldn’t possibly be more accurate