I'm Cheryl. 20. WA. Trying to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do with myself.

There's a lot of things that i'm in to but the things I think of right away are Horror, Classic Rock, Video games, Tattoos/Piercings, Cosmetics, Sarcasm, World History, Concerts, Conspiracy theories, WoW, or basically anything that can keep me engaged. Game tags I keep on this page are basically #WoW and #tf2 (random screenshots now and then). This blog has absolutely no theme and is honestly a pile of shit but it's my pile of shit and at least it's full of stuff I enjoy. ;) If you enjoy it too, you're likely one of the BAMF's I've been looking for.

I love exchanging thoughts and words with others but I'm an observer of sorts and it can take me a while to initiate if at all. I'm always on the look to find someone who can pick my brain, but maybe that's the horror fan in me... Either way, hope you enjoy the page and feel free to hit me up!

 

stunningpicture:

Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.

stunningpicture:

Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.

rosenburgers:

Twenty Amazing Ladies (3/20) - Mary Lambert 

I am a big girl. A voluptuous, curvy, dress-wearing lesbian. I love my body; it’s the only one I’ll ever have. I eat a lot of greens and work out and drink gin martinis and put M&Ms in my froyo and sometimes I don’t do anything but watch Project Runway. 

I am allowed to look sexy, feel sexy, and be in love. I am worthy of all of those things, and so are you. Own your good and bad, and all the scary parts that you’ve been covering up because it is yours and no amount of judgement can tell you how to love your body. In the words of Sonya Renee, the body is not an apology. 
You are magic.
dorkly:

Someone Made the Cover to ‘The Killing Joke’ Out of LEGO
13,100 pieces, 150 hours, and one haunting laugh

dorkly:

Someone Made the Cover to ‘The Killing Joke’ Out of LEGO

13,100 pieces, 150 hours, and one haunting laugh

brooklynmutt:

fastcompany:

“There’s only one person that didn’t make it into the film—because they couldn’t handle the fact that they walked by their family.”Would You Recognize Your Family If They Were Homeless On The Street?

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Wasn’t really expecting to get choked up, but…

besturlonhere:

honey have you seen my 10 and 2/3 tablespoon measure? i cant cook dinner without it

besturlonhere:

honey have you seen my 10 and 2/3 tablespoon measure? i cant cook dinner without it

bongripsandnicetits:

zac-afron:

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS IS THE SECOND VINE BY THIS GUY AND I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND I THINK ABOUT THIS VIDEO 25 TIMES A DAY AND I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON I AM LOSING MY MIND

Toooo high for this ..died 😂

(Source: vinegod)

These days, before we talk about misogyny, women are increasingly being asked to modify our language so we don’t hurt men’s feelings. Don’t say, “Men oppress women” – that’s sexism, as bad as any sexism women ever have to handle, possibly worse. Instead, say, “Some men oppress women.” Whatever you do, don’t generalise. That’s something men do. Not all men – just some men.

This type of semantic squabbling is a very effective way of getting women to shut up. After all, most of us grew up learning that being a good girl was all about putting other people’s feelings ahead of our own. We aren’t supposed to say what we think if there’s a chance it might upset somebody else or, worse, make them angry. So we stifle our speech with apologies, caveats and soothing sounds. We reassure our friends and loved ones that “you’re not one of those men who hate women”.

What we don’t say is: of course not all men hate women. But culture hates women, so men who grow up in a sexist culture have a tendency to do and say sexist things, often without meaning to. We aren’t judging you for who you are but that doesn’t mean we’re not asking you to change your behaviour. What you feel about women in your heart is of less immediate importance than how you treat them on a daily basis.

You can be the gentlest, sweetest man in the world yet still benefit from sexism. That’s how oppression works.

At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via letteratura-litterature)