A Whole Lot of Somethings

Name's Cassie. Eighteen year old pan trans girl (she/her) from the US. Nobromantic for lack of a better term.

I enjoy Game of Thrones, Skins UK, Orphan Black, and other stuff.

kittiezandtittiez:

Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, what I really want is for someone to hold my hand, look me in the eyes and say “I know that you’re not okay, here is $1000.00”.

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  • Jack: Hey, you know what sucks?
  • Lindsey: vaccuums
  • Jack: Hey, you know what sucks in a metaphorical sense?
  • Lindsey: black holes
  • Jack: Hey, you know what just isn't cool?
  • Lindsey: lava?
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racethewind10:

JUST PRESS PLAY

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bromogeekmusings:

radimus-co-uk:

enochliew:

Pocket Printer by Zuta Labs

Not only a portable design, but able to print on any size page.

it finally feels like 2014

Every once in a while there’s an invention you never knew you always needed.

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elkian:

teen-heat:

why do advertisers sexualize female m&ms

why do advertisers assign gender to m&ms

why do advertisers humanize food products

why is there a bear family who considers the highlight of their day to be wiping their asses

why can no one believe it’s not butter

Why is jake from State Farm calling at three in the morning

Why are potatoes eating potato chips

sansabird:

Giveaway~!!
this is my first (and only) poorly planned giveaway
pictured above are the Thor and Loki posters I received at an early screening of “Thor: The Dark World”
I want someone who will actually hang and enjoy them to have them
rules: reblog this, no need to follow me, really I don’t want anyone following me for reasons other than enjoying my blog
open until April 30th
a random number will be chosen and they will receive both posters, I will ship them wherever (I have no idea how much that costs..)
(the comics and books not included)
have a lovely day!

sansabird:

Giveaway~!!

  • this is my first (and only) poorly planned giveaway
  • pictured above are the Thor and Loki posters I received at an early screening of “Thor: The Dark World”
  • I want someone who will actually hang and enjoy them to have them
  • rules: reblog this, no need to follow me, really I don’t want anyone following me for reasons other than enjoying my blog
  • open until April 30th
  • a random number will be chosen and they will receive both posters, I will ship them wherever (I have no idea how much that costs..)
  • (the comics and books not included)
  • have a lovely day!

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jamesaleks:

how do u reach such a level of cuteness where people draw you for fun

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hexgoddess:

420dongsquad:

yea girl wash my tires in the bathtub its the only way i can get off


BDSM was a lot less weird when I was young

hexgoddess:

420dongsquad:

yea girl wash my tires in the bathtub its the only way i can get off

BDSM was a lot less weird when I was young

officialfrenchtoast:

When ur friends are making fun about stuff you are secretly insecure about

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heathicorn:

am i the only one who rehearses things i might say in advance? and I don’t mean like my theoretical oscars acceptance speech i mean like what i’ll say to the pizza guy when I answer the door in my pjs

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nicevagina:

don’t wake me up early in the morning unless you want sex

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Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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if i don’t reblog this everyday assume i’m dead

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