Hey. Ashley Here.

23/Wisconsin
Nerdfighter

I wish my words came out less frantic and more romantic. In life we barely have enough time to react, let alone rehearse. And I don't think I'm better than you, but I don't think I'm worse.
thatfunnyblog:

omg yes 
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asexualls:

I swear, if they completely ignore asexual/aromantic awareness week in favor for this “ally week” bullshit, I will kick myself in the ass and launch myself into the sun

stilesmcalll:

my dad grew this potato that looks like a shark so he stuck a paper fin in it and he’s calling it Sharktato
it’s on a stick because he likes to move it around and sing the jaws theme song

polyteleology:

sunteaflower:

We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.

I want to frame this and put it next to my computer.

somepretty-things:

boo-author:

fluffmugger:

beckyblackbooks:

Yawns are catching. Even when you’re kittens in a bucket.

OH GOD THERE ARE THREE OF THEM

The mythical kittydra!
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It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

Miranda July, The Shared Patio (via autobibliography)

(Source: theunquotables)

221cbakerstreet:

whatsupd0c:

toopaletofunction:

staythatswhatimeanttosay:

One nation, under Canada, above Mexico.

with liberty and justice for some 

Amen

Not all men