Fragrance Clings To The Hand That Gives Roses
Hello, my name is Ashton. I'm 20 years old. I am a part of various fandoms, like many fellow tumble users. I'm constantly struggling with my Bipolar Disorder, which does not come with a strategy guide. If you need someone to talk to, or want to get to know me, then send me a message. Oh, my blog title is my favorite Chinese proverb. :)
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((Well this is one of the most crack-tastic things I’ve drawn in a while…
crap. I forgot Kratos’ bow.))
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I want to try a thing:
Reblog this by Friday and I’ll go through your blog and pair you up with another person who reblogged this. It’ll be like a Tumblr blind date!
This is an AWESOME thing.
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CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW NINE IS GRABBING ROSE’S THIGH?!
Also the CHANGE IN TEN’S EXPRESSION OVER TIME I CAN’T
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10 HONEST THOUGHTS ON BEING LOVED BY A SKINNY BOY
Rachel Wiley
1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.
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how does one tell a boy that one likes him
I am a boy and have a foolproof plan for this:
- text them and start playing one of those 20q games
- if they start being a dodgy fella drop em
- if they ask “You like anyone?”
reply Yeah, you.- If they give you a negative reply sayin they dont like you back then just correct yourself to “*Yeah, you?”
dude that is genius
slow clappin’ it out.
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hes here
Bad Horse
No
Those are innocent people
BAD HORSE
BAD HORSE
HE RIDES ACROSS THE NATION.
THE THOROUGHBRED OF SIN.
HE GOT THE RENT AGREEMENT THAT YOU
JUST
SENT
IN
IT NEEDS EVALUATION
SO BEST WAIT TO MOVE IN
SOME STABLE FUNDS, PLEASE GIVE A SOURCE
A DEPOSIT WOULD BE NICE OF COURSE
BAD HORSE
BAD HORSE
BAD HORSE
HE’S BAD
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