Sometimes, when I’m skipping in my room. I worry that I’m becoming Patrick Bateman. I simply am not there.
actually no that would be terrible, i hate exercise
i wish i was bruce wayne
ughhhhhhh my drink got spiked and i lost my phone
upside: my superman onesie came so now i can wear it and make my boyfriend wear my batman one and we can take humiliating selfies
also i saw world war z and it was ok.
Just had to tell my dad to stop talking to me bc I’m too busy taking selfies.
we are all just second fiddles to brown beauty
he’s gonna love this
can my boyfriend just be back from cannes now please
Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth
this post accurately represents my feelings about the new young avengers series
I wanted to write this to tell other women that the decision to have a mastectomy was not easy. But it is one I am very happy that I made. My chances of developing breast cancer have dropped from 87 percent to under 5 percent. I can tell my children that they don’t need to fear they will lose me to breast cancer.
It is reassuring that they see nothing that makes them uncomfortable. They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.”
I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT COSPLAYING BLACK CAT I CAN’T EVEN
IM GOING TO WEAR MY COSTUME FOOD SHOPPING AND TO WORK AND AS A BRIDESMAID AND IN THE BATH
when you’re away from the internet for a while and you come back you realize what a strange strange place it is