A Blog About Everything.
Age: 22
Location: Toledo, Ohio and Wherever the Conventions take me.
I like words.
I like photos.
I like videos.
I like fandoms.
I like booze.
I like suits on guys.
I like shoes.
I like makeup.
I like art.
I like dreaming
I like Homestuck.
I like cosplay.
I love the internet.
I love Kevin<3
My religion is Whedonism. I am a Whedonite. I worship Joss Whedon and all things Whedonverse.
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if anyone is following andrew’s twitter right now i just have to assure you he is completely serious about this and for once i don’t think he’s even...
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capriciousbardofrage asked: Hey there Dante, what are your thoughts on Homestuck so far as a whole?
First off, I can’t believe I’ve read a few thousands pages so far… Secondly, being that I’m that far in, I can’t believe not always sure what’s...
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i should be doing work
But instead im trolling and watching season 4 of true blood.
FML but this show is fucking crack right now …
OH HEY he shoots ambidextrous o_o
I get that it’s a Hawkeye characteristic, but the fact that Jeremy Renner is actually doing it too is pretty fabulous.
Shit son, I can shoot ambidextrous. And I can hit bullseyes like crazy. NEXT UP: LEARN TO SHOOT WITHOUT LOOKING.
END RESULT: I WILL BECOME LADY HAWKEYE.
LET’S BREW THIS.
Life, to put it quite bluntly, is made up entirely of defining moments. Whether you choose to step up or step aside at these crucial moments CAN define you as a person if you let them. If you choose a passive role in your own life you’re going to go nowhere, be bored and unhappy, and ultimately waste what time you have. Be loud, be bold, and take control. Take an active role in your own life. Change your outlook, change how you live, and you can change how you feel. It will be hard, it could require help; ultimately an active role will save you. Remember that nothing is permanent and everyday you are different from yesterday’s you. Your experiences make up who you are but they do NOT define you; don’t let them.
Take an active role. Change what you need to. Be who you want to be.
And you know what? Fuck the world if they don’t like it. You ALWAYS deserve victory and happiness. Always.
P.S. If you ever remember one thing, remember this: It is okay to make mistakes and it is okay to forgive yourself.
I seem to have lost a follower while advocating for mental health. I’m not sorry. I won’t apologize. I appreciate everyone who stuck around and/or got something out of my mental health onslaught.
I love my followers! Thank you!
Back to my regularly scheduled nerdiness.
![fyeahclinicallydepressedkoala:
“They make it sound like some magical thing, like one day you’ll just wake up and not be depressed anymore. And 80% of the time, this is coming from people who have never had depression or other mental illnesses.”Submitted by the exquisite splice-and-dice.[Image: 18-piece green and blue background with a sad-looking koala in the centre. Top text reads: “”It gets better!”” Bottom text reads: “How.”]
I have been dealing with Major depression and anxiety officially for 9 years now. I am here to tell you the “It Gets Better” slogan is true. You have to want it. You have to work hard. Find reasons to get out of bed. Change your life. It is VERY hard. It might take medication and therapy for some people. It might take reorganizing your inner self. It might even take moving to a different state.
IT WILL GET BETTER. You may have relapses. I do every now and then. I managed to get better without the aid of medication or therapy. I tried both for years. I just DID it. I literally did wake up one day, feeling numb and wanting to kill myself. Then I realized, why? There has to be a way to beat it. I want things in life. So I started making a mental list of everything I wanted.
It took a lot of effort and several years BUT, I’m still here. And I’m happy. And I FUNCTION. Not always well, not always the way I want, but I manage to function daily. I still struggle from time to time, especially with listlessness and sleeping too long. But I know tomorrow is a new day and I will make the best of it.
I promise you, it can get better. The first step is wanting it; the second step is figuring out how to get it.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwk6631WpM1r8wkj5o1_400.jpg)
fyeahclinicallydepressedkoala:
“They make it sound like some magical thing, like one day you’ll just wake up and not be depressed anymore. And 80% of the time, this is coming from people who have never had depression or other mental illnesses.”
Submitted by the exquisite splice-and-dice.
[Image: 18-piece green and blue background with a sad-looking koala in the centre. Top text reads: “”It gets better!”” Bottom text reads: “How.”]
I have been dealing with Major depression and anxiety officially for 9 years now. I am here to tell you the “It Gets Better” slogan is true. You have to want it. You have to work hard. Find reasons to get out of bed. Change your life. It is VERY hard. It might take medication and therapy for some people. It might take reorganizing your inner self. It might even take moving to a different state.
IT WILL GET BETTER. You may have relapses. I do every now and then. I managed to get better without the aid of medication or therapy. I tried both for years. I just DID it. I literally did wake up one day, feeling numb and wanting to kill myself. Then I realized, why? There has to be a way to beat it. I want things in life. So I started making a mental list of everything I wanted.
It took a lot of effort and several years BUT, I’m still here. And I’m happy. And I FUNCTION. Not always well, not always the way I want, but I manage to function daily. I still struggle from time to time, especially with listlessness and sleeping too long. But I know tomorrow is a new day and I will make the best of it.
I promise you, it can get better. The first step is wanting it; the second step is figuring out how to get it.
So for my birthday I got myself a wig for Dave, a wig to wear gothing (both from Arda Wigs), this sweet cybergoth corset type thing from Zombie Buddy Productions, a pair of hot high heels, a skirt, an adorable purse, a model kit of Swordfish from Cowboy Bebop, an ACen flask, and a few other smaller things. Feels good man. I haven’t ever been able to spend money at ACen or on a lot of my trips. I’m really happy with this birthday. I think it will be/is my best yet! :D
And I ended up with a shirt from Arda that says:
“Arda
Better
Faster
Stronger” on the front
“Our work is never over
arda-wigs.com” on the back
I can’t wait to rock that shiiiit<3
(I love those girls) (Also, I have a wig addiction I think.)
I don’t think I ever mentioned this but…. Last paycheck I bought red hightop converse. Why? Because Vriska wears them.
(Also, I needed new everyday shoes. Badly.)
Luthien in Black 064
Swept 90% of the long bangs to the right and fluffed them. Also, had to re-curl the wig after prior use (which involved straightening it)
Cosplayer: Spooky ElricPhotographer: Blue Dragon Media https://www.facebook.com/bluedragonmedia
It’s a me!
Oh my goodness! Thanks everyone! I sure hope you enjoy my blog! I post a lot of random stuff. Opinions/essays and fandom stuff being at the top.
(And with this I’m going to bed. I’m not sure if I’ll be on the next few days/weeks. Tonight was kind of my last hurrah before I go out of town.)
This is how I feel about everything I have to do.
This is how I will feel when I finally finish getting it all done.
I have 83 of them now! Thanks for following everyone! And welcome new friends~
My blog is random and I seldom reblog giveaways. When I do I try to space them out so it isn’t just a chunk of some giveaway reblogged like 8 times.
Also, I have a lot of opinions and feels. I don’t expect people to agree with me. I prefer not to argue however. We can agree to disagree.
My ask is open! If you ever wanna drop me a line, feel free!
Ever have those times where you feel so displaced you feel like maybe your life isn’t real? Like maybe your life is fictional. I’ve often thought that if my entire life is fiction it is because when I fell 4 years ago I ended up in a coma and I’m really still in a hospital somewhere dreaming all of this up. Or I’m “shacked up in the wacko basket” hallucinating my life. Some days I feel so displaced from reality this is where my thoughts lead.
Anyway, my last 2 cents for the night since I’m off to sleepyland. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe other people have felt similarly. I hope the latter is true…
“When you can’t run anymore, you crawl. And when you can’t crawl, you find someone to carry you.”
You know, I’ve never had anyone to carry me. I’ve always had to keep running and crawling even when I couldn’t go any further. I’ve always had to force myself to keep going no matter how hard it was or is. I’ve learned the only person in your life you can depend on is yourself. If you have no other expectations, then the only person who can really let you down is in fact yourself.
Sure, the idea of someone to carry you is nice, but its unrealistic anymore. You’re lucky if you find anyone willing to carry you in this day and age. No matter how loyal, loving and wonderful you are to someone, they will always break your heart. Sometimes its just a hairline fracture that may heal over time and sometimes they shatter your heart so badly you have to find all the shards and use super glue to put them back together, even with some of the pieces still missing.
Have you ever been betrayed so badly, by someone you trusted with your life and your secrets, that when they broke your heart into a quadrillion pieces, it physically hurt and you never wanted to see the pieces again? I have. More than once.
Yet somehow, you eventually find most of the pieces and try to super glue them together with as much precision as you can muster. You move on and you take your heart with you, only this time you swear to yourself that you’re going to lock it away where the light can’t reach.
And you move on. You run and/or crawl again because just like before, you remind yourself, no one is going to carry you in life. The only person who might ever care about you like that is your mama and past a certain point in life, she will never carry you again (if she did the first time around), its your turn to run. You gotta keep on runnin’. Even if you have to crawl, you don’t ever stop, because there are no knights in shining armor, there are no superheroes and no one is going to whisk you away and make you a princess even if you wish upon a star.
Life can be warm and happy if you’re lucky, but for a lot of people its cold and harsh. Even if you cry, even if you try to lay down dead, you can’t fucking give up in the middle. You are what you make yourself and if you never make yourself into anything, then I feel really sorry for you.
“When you can’t run anymore, you crawl. And when you can’t crawl, you lay down and cry, then pick yourself up by your britches and drag yourself onward.”
This is an older essay I posted on facebook. Its still holds true for the most part. I found my warm, happy counterpart but that doesn’t mean I can stop being strong and carrying myself. I do not expect ANYONE to carry me ever. Be strong, carry yourself, find your own happiness. I don’t need to hide my heart away anymore but I will never stop striving and trying. I feel like this essay could possibly help some people I know so I wanted to dredge it up for you lovely tumblr folks.
(via johnnyiii)
Look at me being kawaii as fuck yo
I hope you enjoy my blog! Sometimes I write essays/go on rants. Feel free to ignore them, I just have a lot of opinions sometimes.
Just some thoughts about perspectives on intelligence in Sherlock. I get the feeling this will be a long post, so I’m going to stick it under a Read More so I don’t inflict it on all of you. Still, I think it might be interesting, so….
I haven’t watched the…
This. So much this.
Recently I’ve been reading a lot of Sherlock fanfics after finishing season 2. Even in fanfics that are praised as brilliant in fandom, Sherlock’s characterization bothers me. This post right here perfectly outlines my problems with it—they’re missing this. All of this.
This so much! I can tell you from firsthand experience that everything said here is true.
Oh my god. Someone finally understands me. I’m not crazy. I’m always bored, always thinking. To know I’m not alone is beautiful. I almost want to start crying right now. I can’t even describe just how I feel. I seriously just dskhdsuhgueiwej
THANK YOU OP. THANK YOU. SERIOUSLY. YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND IF I COULD I WOULD HUG YOU.
