White Northern Lights in Finland
Whats red and bad for your teeth?
well you’re not wrong
this scene looks even more pathetic in 3D
Had a little discussion with polyleisle about blacked out shadows and etc.
I thought I might share my thoughts on it.
"You are who you choose to be."
praise this manga
Thoughtful underwear with hidden powers. For every pair purchased you fund 7 pads to a girl in need.
OH SHIT YOU GUYS THIS COMPANY IS MAKING UNDERWEAR THAT IS STAIN RESISTANT, ANTIMICROBIAL, AND WILL ABSORB UP TO 6 TEASPOONS OF LIQUID BUT STILL LOOKS FUCKING SEXY
AND DID I MENTION THIS PART:
For every pair of THINX you buy, you help one girl in the developing world stay in school by providing her with seven washable, reusable cloth pads.
AND WHY IS THAT SUCH A BIG DEAL? HERE’S WHY:
After doing some research, Agrawal says she found that more than 100 million girls in the developing world were missing a week of school because of their periods, and using things such as leaves, old rags, or plastic bags in the place of sanitary pads.
THE SIZES RUN FROM XS TO XXL AND THE PRICES ARE NOT INSANE, THEY’RE OBVIOUSLY HIGHER THAN THOSE 5 FOR $10 SALES AT TARGET BUT YOU WON’T HAVE TO THROW THEM OUT BECAUSE YOU MISCALCULATED YOUR FLOW AND BLED ALL OVER THEM BEFORE YOU COULD GET TO A BATHROOM
I’M SORRY FOR SHOUTING I’M JUST REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS
LIKE HOLY FUCKBASKET IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME
writing those kanji were a torture tbh
he’s blonde or as you affectionately and more specifically call him “a complete and utter mess” blonde in reference to how he constantly looks as though he’s just rolled out of either a satisfying sleep or the most restless night of his life. but somehow he pulls it off but you can’t let him know that, oh no, beyond juvenile teasing
he towers over you by four inches and maybe “towers” is an exaggeration, but the fact of being taller than you itself is enough to make him grin. even if it just exasperates you. it’s just height, you say. it’s not significant. but it makes him grin. pulls the closest thing you see to a smile from the corners of his lips and makes the toothpick wedged between them hang on the verge of falling. and there’s a tugging within your gut that pulls the closest thing you feel to a genuine sincere feeling from the depths and makes you feel like you’re on the verge of falling for about four seconds. but it passes. it’s just a grin. it’s not significant
he doesn’t like to talk that much. he listens, mainly, which is more than fine with you. somewhat. you like the sound of his voice. hearing it whenever possible is nice. you don’t tell him that. why would you? how would you?
he’s known you for centuries. it feels like that, at least. maybe it has been centuries. you don’t know. you lost count. you secretly believe it has been. believe you two have something that time cannot get its hands on and the both of you will remain young forever and completely messing with everything together as two people with the capacity to rule cities together should
he’s loyal. he’ll follow you anywhere. he’d follow you anywhere. he follows you everywhere. you get mildly offended when people imply you have some unsavory part in that. a magic spell. blackmail. empty promises. there’s none of that. he’s simply loyal. and there’s nothing simple about it. and you’re grateful for it
he says your name often. whether you’re around or not. no matter who he’s speaking to. you don’t say his name enough
he believes in you
when no one else does
he does believe in you, he does, he does, he’d give you his heart directly from his chest to prove it
and maybe one day you’ll ask for that but for now you’ll admire the boy whose hair is in tangles and whose gaze is steel blue and voice is a low calculated drawl from his lips and you’ll keep how much he trusts you and the way he says your name stored deep within you with that admiration and you’ll keep him by your side as if you could get him to leave if you ever wanted him to and you would never want him to
and you’ll get irritated
and you’ll sigh, purposefully loud, purposefully looking at him longer than you should, purposefully letting a grin tug at your own lips
because he’s four inches taller
and you’re holding onto that and other details that mean both absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things
and absolutely everything to you
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