gypstep-addicts-come-this-way:
Nat in black and white.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO MAKE A NORMAL GIF
HOW THE FLYING FUCK IN A TIN CAN DO YOU MAKE THESE
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Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas.Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu.Que horas son, mi corazón.Doce un minuto
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
they say New orleans is haunted… this has proved the theory 100%
I was sending photos like this to everyone when I started writing Nightmare in Silver. There is something uniquely disturbing about abandoned Amusement Parks.
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And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.(via heyharpo)
what you fail to realize is that video games shouldn’t cater to females in the first place. It’s largely known that it’s targeted towards the MALE demographic and has been for so many years, so why would they ask for something like that to be handed to them on a goddamn silver platter?
that’s like a guy walking into the women’s department of clothing at a sears and demanding that there be more clothing for men there. Separation of sections be damned.
that’s not how it fucking works
no not really
the game industry is more like walking into a regular department store and seeing that all the clothes are only men’s clothes
and when you ask the cashier where the women’s clothing section is, they wheel out a small rack of cheaply made tutus, g-strings, and high heels all in bright pink
and then when you go “wow really that’s it” you get called an uppity bitch and everybody assumes you want all the focus on you when in reality you’d just like to be considered a worthwhile demographic since you also like to wear clothes, it’s not like you want some ridiculous getup, you just want a solid shirt and pair of pants that fits you alright.
I mean hell you even sort of like men’s clothes and you have no problem wearing them. They suit you well. But it’s very obvious once you throw on a pair of men’s pants that they were not made for you.
^^^
Perfect metaphor is perfect.
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ABOUT
Sophie. 20. UK.
Manchester born-Belfast living.
Medical student by day roller derby badass by night.
I like tea, coffee and books in all formats. I like girls and boys, cityscapes, photography, art and drawing.
I like inventing alternate lives that I could live, in one I have a cake shop in Paris and a tiny apartment.
I also like writing about me's that make me sound like a bit like a pretentious wanker
I like sarcasm, cartoons, comics and all things Joss Whedon.
Incredibly happily taken by a lovely lass. I like nice people especially my own kick ass person who I tell everything to. Welcome to the aimless wanderings of my mind.
"Here's much ado with hate but more with love."
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