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You can be mature and respectful and still have a dirty sense of humour.
You can curse a lot and still be highly intelligent with a massive vocabulary.
You can be quiet and reserved and still be witty and even outgoing in certain circles.You can be intelligent and sharp-minded and still forget what month it is
you can dance if you wanna, you can leave your friends behind
Spread this. Share this. Do this. Yes.
Reblogging because…..yes. Do this.
Not what I usually reblog but holy chaos that’s smart
My parents made sure me and my sister had a passwords for this exact reason. I even still remember the password…
i had a dream that i was walking around in a shirt with stalks of corn all over it and somebody was like “wtf are u wearing?” and i said “it’s a crop top” i laughed so hard that i woke up
bobs burgers is an example of how fucking funny things can be when yoU ACTUALLY UTALISE YOUR FEMALE CHARACTERS FOR COMEDY INSTEAD OF HAVING THEM STAND THERE ROLLING THEIR EYES
DO YOU SEE
I drew a thing, guys!!
Okay, okay, I’m calm. This was totally unplanned. I just whipped this up in Photoshop over the last two days and drew it kind of randomly… the initial plan wasn’t even Korra, but she just shoved everyone else aside and made herself the subject matter. Typically hotheaded and bossy!
Anyway, turned it into a sort-of Book 4 commemorative thing. Not sure about ‘Book 4’ shooting out from the flames, but I kinda liked it at the time.
And yes. Korra’s got my art-block-beating-game-face on. I’M GONNA ART EVEN IF IT KILLS ME.
and my earth kingdom & fire nation senses are tingling I swear book 4 better get some fire nation love or so help me
when you’re talking about something you love and someone immediately starts saying how terrible it is
greek mythology/myth picspam series » pandora’s box
“Hope… which is whispered from Pandora’s box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.”