It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.






Chapter Summary: Everyone in Storybrooke wakes up as the opposite sex.  Two new characters are introduced! 
Pairings: SQ, Snowing, and lots of friends 
Rating: M
A/N: this basically started out as a single really bad dick joke that just spiraled out of control. lmao hope you laugh at least once tho so clickedy click that link because you know you want to know where this is going.and you should totally leave a review if you do! ^__^



She scooted closer to Regina and ripped off the sheets on her side. Emma let out a scream. “WHAT IS THAT??!” Regina looked down at her own naked body between her legs. “What the hell? No seriously, what is that?” Emma squinted.

“It appears I have one too,” Regina said, disdain lacing her words.

“Nahhhh, no way,” Emma said. “Hold on.” She held one finger up and turned to rummage behind her in the nightstand drawer. She pulled out a magnifying glass and hovered over Regina’s spread legs. “Holy shit!” she said after a moment of inspecting the small package. “YOURS IS SO SMALL!” she started cracking up with laughter. “OMG I COULDN’T EVEN SEE IT!”

Regina socked her in the arm. “Shut up! It’s there!”

Emma nearly rolled off the bed from laughing so hard. “THE EVIL QUEEN HAS A TINY DICK!”

The air crackled with Regina’s growing anger. “Whoa, hold on,” Emma became serious with a hand held up like stop sign at the brunette. “That actually explains a lot.” 

Tat about fans and fanart at the Nerd HQ 2014

(Source: clonesbians)




Alison Hendrix for a really unstable president.

Addressing the nation: I effed it all up.




I don’t get why everyone seems to be under the impression that feminists hate men.

That’s not true at all! We Love men!

…Well, not ALL men.

I told myself I’d reblog this when I got home if it was still funny.

It was.



fun date idea:

take me to comic con

drop me off


pick me up when it’s over tho