Krisoff being a pal and helping tiny Sven when the sled gets too heavy.


Good reminder. Especially for recovery.

NARNIA MEME: [1] movie
↳ prince caspian


I am a feminist because
I don’t think this video could be much more relevant.

You treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I’ll guarantee you, you’ll win, no matter what the outcome.

"These are not
battle scars.
These are not
proof of survival.
My riddled body is
so poetic.
The fact that they
proves I was
very sad and very sick.
The fact that they
are scar tissued
proves I am
This was never supposed to be
There is
in pain."

Michelle K., Truth About Scars. (via michellekpoems)

do all the body part questions. I dare you. :P

eeayersh, ma’am, I will.


eyesnine celebrity crushes. : Alexander Ludwig, Karen Gillan, Taylor Swift, Sophie Turner, idk…like, Alexander Ludwig??
ears eight favorite songs. : Level Up, Vienna Teng; Waiting for Superman, Daughtry; 10,000 Reasons Matt Redman; Let it Go, Idina Menzel; You Learn To Live Without, Idina Menzel; Try, Colbie Caillat; Big Girls Don’t Cry, Fergie 
nose seven favorite scents.: my cat, Lila; my bed; wonderstruck enchanted, beachy clean candles, it’ll sound weird but I really love the smell of Sprite; honey smells good too; so hugs from my family
mouth six favorite quotes. : “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.” John Green; “The first to help you up are the ones who know how it feels to fall down” unknown; “I’ve learned that life is a lot like surfing. When you get got in the impact zone, you need to get right back up, because you never know what could be right over the next wave.” Soul Surfer; “I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again.” F. Scott Fitzgerald; “I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying. Goddamnit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.” Jack Kerouac, On The Road  SO MANY MORE WHERE THAT COMES FROM
heart five people you love in this or any other world. Miss Katie, the other half of my heart and the stars in my universe, will always come right there at the beginning where I finish. My Mother, who would cross this world and back for me knows where she goes too. As for the rest of the hearts that have touched mine, I cannot limit it to just five, but I will always hope that they know who they are. And if they have crossed their limits and their boundaries and broken my heart, most likely they know it and I’ve gone to these fictional characters to find my peace: Alexander and Mageia, my sweet babies. And so many book and television show characters who have taken me behind the bedroom that keeps me so often…stuck.
hands four things you’ve created that you’re proud of. I don’t think I can put a finger on four things, because I used to and sometimes still do enjoy art. I think most of those things would probably come from things I made as a little kid. 
stomach three comfort foods. Peach smoothies, uhh. All I can think of right now.
knees two things that make you go weak in the knees. My crush playing the guitar, and his wonderful heart that goes beyond that.
feet one thing you want to accomplish in life. Happiness.


sophie turner in another me (x)


Sophie being adorable with an interviewer at SDCC [x]

♪ Stepped on a lego brick in the dark and now I feel sadder than Sansa Stark. ♫

bold your favorites

  1. Coca Cola, Pepsi , Sprite, Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper? 
  2. Cats, dogs, horses, lizards or hamsters?
  3. TV, cinema, computer, iPod or gaming console?
  4. Rock, rap, pop, metal or punk? 
  5. Black, white, blue, red or green?
  6. Salad, hamburger, ice cream, chips or fruit?
  7. Kindergarten, elementary, junior high, high school or college? 
  8. United States, Canada, Australia, France or England 
  9. Swimming, fishing, tanning, theme parks or camping?
  10. Snowball fights, snowmen, snow angels, sledding or ice skating?
  11. English, math, science, history or art?
  12. Gummy worms, lollipops, gum, chocolate bars or cotton candy? 
  13. Xbox 360, Gamecube, Playstation, Nintendo Wii or Handheld?
  14. Facebook, WordPress, Tumblr, YouTube or Google?
  15. Flats, heels, uggs, flip flops or skater shoes? 
  16. Early morning, noon, early afternoon, late afternoon or evening? 
  17. Bathroom, living room, bedroom, kitchen or attic?
  18. Face-to-face, home phone, cell phone, instant messenger or twitter?
  19. Skinny jeans, flared jeans, capris, shorts or skirts?
  20. T-shirt, hoodies, tank top, tube top or halter top?
  21. McDonald’s, Wendy’s, KFC, Burger King or  Dairy Queen?
  22. Car, airplane, train, boat or walking?
  23. Coffee, tea, water, soymilk or soda?

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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.



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