Australian, Humanist, Bi/Pansexual, Fashion Design Student, Writer, Make up Enthusiast, Music Fanatic!
“Proof” updated version.
STOP IT I’M FREAKING OUT
I am both scared and excited
LET’S NOT FORGET THE FUCKING DALEK EYESTALK THAT WASHED UP IN FLORIDA
Or the Utah Cave Painting resembling the TARDIS~
let me repost this again
Not to mention the fact Mars is full of water.
Ladies and gentlemen, Gallifrey
Remember those things the Master had? So:
Crack in time?
So now I’m just gonna sit down and wait.
i just nearly fell down the stairs running to tell my dad that the doctor is real and that the internet has proof…
let’s not forget about this painting that has been made in 1959.It looks like Amy and Rory who actually lived somewhere around that time
This is my favorite post ever
Everytime I see this post again, it has been updated with lots more information that seriously make me if all is real.
Found this in a subway station,
and that’s an ancient Scottish symbol
does anybody remember this or
IT GOT BETTER
Whovians, prepare for battle. The battle for Earth.
EVERY TIME I SEE THIS POST ITS BEEN UPDATED WITH MORE PROOF WHICH MAKES ME BOTH VERY EXCITED AND A LITTLE SCARED
This is why Doctor Who fandom is fucking amazing.
Cutest fucking alien in existence
You sure about that
Damn the Disney fandom just reclaimed its post
And belted the crap out of the Whovians
Four for you, Stitch fandom.
OMG IT’S LIKE IT PHYSICALLY HURTS HIM TO NOT BE HUMBLE AND MODEST AND AN ALL OUT GENTLEMAN LIKE “SHIT I JUST CALLED MYSELF HANDSOME OMG TOM HIDDLESTON IS GONNA BE PISSED”
meanwhile, somewhere in England
school doesnt even test your intelligence it tests your memory
it tests my patience
it tests my ability to hold my pee
it tests my ability to keep calm and not slap a bitch
There are four types of people at school.
First you have your Ravenclaws
then your Hufflepuffs
then your Gryffindors
and lastly, your Slytherins.
*slow clap for the harry potter fandom*
I know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year’s prom dress
I know girls who are low-rise, MAC eyeshadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death
It’s never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn’t it the same thing as purging?
Because we’re so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don’t shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes
And handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death every time we etch a new tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists to reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to
Reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say
“I only know how to exist when I’m wanted”
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
We’re used up and sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
And tell us that we did good
You did good.
So try this
Take your hands over your bumpy lovebody naked
And remember the first time you touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light was pretty on them
And the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it’s like to come back from that
Sometimes I feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things
I’ve ever seen
Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
And brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember
This is important
You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim
In the shadows, more than a man’s whim
Or your father’s mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out
I Know Girls (Body Love) - Mary Lambert (via sadnina)
It’s never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed, but when do we draw the line?
Girls, we flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark into our skin. I know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too, but the time has come for us to reclaim our bodies — our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral, offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say ”I only know how to exist when I’m wanted”.
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know?
So try this: take your hands over your bumpy loved body naked, and remember the first time you touched someone with the sole purpose of learning all of them, touched them because the light was pretty on them, and the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did. Touch yourself with a purpose; your body is the most beautiful royal.
Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet, […] and remember: this is important.
What if there are actually multiple souls in your body but you’re the most powerful one so you have control over your body and the voices you hear in your head are just the weaker souls talking to you.
and maybe people with schizophrenia don’t have an assertive soul so all of the souls are fighting to take over
both of you write a book together
writers are people who have acknowledged and made friends with their extra souls