I'm Katie, Kenna, Katherine, Shaygne, whatever the fuck you want to call me. I identify as a female (her/hers/she), and I am pansexual. I like social experiments, my fandoms, and close up magic. I want to be an actress, a writer, a singer. I am random, politically correct, and vegans need to be left alone (unless they are the kind who are similar to some Christians in that they like to push their beliefs on everyone). If you don't appreciate PoCs, LGBTQA(NOT ALLIES), the lower class, and good people get out. If Misha Collins is indeed the AntiChrist then I am an avid worshiper of Satan. My favorite blogs include Brianna's, Lewis's, Liv's, and many more! Thanks for making Tumblr the place I prefer to spend my time! Viva la Humanity!
its funny how so many black men openly hated macklemore and no one once said “why are black men so bitter and jealous of macklemore?” but let black women discuss how racist, untalented, and ignorant iggy azalea is and suddenly we’re all bitter black bitches jealous of the poor innocent white girl lmao
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
Victor Hugo goes up to the counter and describes the drink he wants in detail for an hour, laying out the minutiae of the process, presentation, and backstory of his extremely simple dark roast with sugar. By the time he’s finished, the store is closed, the barista has left, and Victor returns home empty-handed.