Random Ramblings

Love Jesus, love photography, love musicals, love music, love kids, love movies, only like TV as friends.
Other blog: thisisnotaboutwhatyouvedone.tumblr.com

I'm a photo editor, a child care worker, an almost college graduate, and a resident of California.

Wer?  
Questions?

(Source: lanadelreycist)

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

(Source: lejazzhot)

17yr:

“hey im emotionally unstable and not good at texting do u wanna date me”

tennants-hair:

at 5am you either feel like you can rule the world or like you’ve just been run over by a truck there is no inbetween

idina menzel being mega cute

(Source: ohadelaidekane)

814 plays
artisticallycrafted:

"Talk dirty to me" *sax plays*

artisticallycrafted:

"Talk dirty to me" *sax plays*

(Source: brawohania)

when your obsessive special interest suddenly changes and your blog followers are like wtf this isn’t what i signed up for

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

844,517 plays

djinnanddragons:

deanieinabeanie:

my-folie-a-deux:

ajollyhappysoulpunk:

actuallyali:

aeyelaeyen:

download

what

I actually started screaming “AM I MOR-” really loudly and now I’m amazed and embarrassed at the same time.

Seriously love this 

this really fucked me up but i love it

This is weird

More Information