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You finger yourself??? Disgusting. Those fingers should be turning pages of the holy bible
gotta get em wet before you turn the pages tho
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this is going to be the text post that sends me straight to hell isnt it
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If they care, they’ll show you. If they care, you’ll notice. If they care, you’ll hear it. If they care, you’ll see it.
to all the 13 year old girls that follow me
- if you think her skirt is cute, tell her
- the guy that you have a crush on probably doesn’t take enough showers
- liking 1D or taylor swift isn’t embarrassing. dont hide it
- draw draw draw! you’ll be happy to have the skill later on
- do your homework it’ll help with stress
- when you’re overwhelmed you should run. it makes you feel better
- don’t start cutting no matter how afraid you are
- if that shirt doesn’t fit you it doesn’t matter
- hug the people you love
- know that your life is weird right now and it will get better
reblogging because I wish someone told me this when I was 13
- don’t talk shit about people
- if you wanna experiment with your hair/makeup go for it, find what suits you.
- if you start to feel sad alot, tell your parents/friends talk about it
- be the best you can be
- learn to love yourself
-don’t be embarrassed of anything you like.
-clothes from Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch only fit a certain type of body. Don’t let their narrow-mindedness make you cry in the dressing room
-don’t starve yourself. Please don’t.
-there’s a reason you don’t look like people in magazines and on TV. You look like you and that’s wonderful.
-Be yourself, no matter what other people say
-Don’t start smoking or drinking alcohol, IT’S NOT COOL
-Don’t waste time on judging others
Thats not only for the 13 years old!
- don’t stay friends with someone who makes you feel shitty inside
- don’t be afraid to be friends with people in different grades
- your worth is not defined by what you can afford
- do what you love as often as you can, because that’s how you get better
- forgive yourself
-drink milk for strong bones
-you might end up liking girls and that’s okay
-you might not end up being a girl and that’s okay too
-drink a lot of water
-don’t stop yourself from doing things you love just bc they are too “masculine” or “feminine”
-Wash your face before going to bed
-just because someone’s older, it doesn’t mean they have the right to treat you like garbage
-speak up, it’s ok if you do.
-pay attention and love the little things because it’s too easy to get caught up with life and forget
-take deep breaths and slow down
-you are doing your best and that’s enough
-similar to how you shouldn’t compare yourself to people you see on tv or in magazines, don’t compare yourself to people you see on social media
-try your best to stay in the moment. Stop constantly worrying about the future or thinking about the past.
-if there’s a skill you want to develop, work on it now! The earlier you start the better!
-when you’re a teen, it’s normal to feel all sorts of emotions. If you’re feeling really depressed or lost, reach out to someone
-also, when you’re feeling upset, try distracting yourself with something that involves all of your attention. Even better if that something is productive. Best examples are exercising, playing an instrument, doing homework, video games (as long as it’s not a sad game!)
-your school life isnt everything! You have a life outside of school too.
-It’s okay if you’re not “cool”. Cool is subjective.
-If you can’t make friends at school that’s okay. try joining a group/club/activity/sport outside of school. You can also make some friends online
-Some adults say their teen years were “the best years of their life” and that you should “enjoy it while it lasts”. Although you should try to enjoy it as much as you can, don’t think that it should be “your best years” and that life gets worse when you become an adult. For many people, that’s NOT true. Everyone “peaks” at different points in their lives. Hell, most people don’t even have a single “peak”, they just have regular ups and downs throughout life.
-pursue what you love, not what you think will make the most money. you will be infinitely happier this way.
-school dances (if you have them) can be WAY more fun if you go with friends instead of agonizing over someone you like asking you
-everyone is too busy going through their own individual identity crises to notice what’s going on in yours. don’t worry about what other people think of you; they’re probably not thinking anything too bad.
To all my younger followers 😊
Can’t stress the “if you start to get sad a lot, tell your parents” enough. It took me sobbing uncontrollably, hating myself, wanting to die, and my parents screaming at me for embarrassing them for crying for me to admit that I might be depressed and for them to tell me that it runs in the family. This is usually the age that it begins to emerge, so be proactive before it permanently damages you. You did nothing wrong. You are not abnormal. Your feelings are valid.
You can probably tell which family member is coming upstairs by their step pattern but wouldn’t be able to pick out your own
If my own footsteps were coming down the hall towards me I reckon I would have bigger problems on my hands…
Make room for me.
In which Regina doesn’t want to share a bed with Emma, but gets offended when Emma resigns herself to sleeping on the floor.
…
Just when Regina thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, the universe had decided to rise to the challenge. Though she can’t very well say she’s surprised that her trip to Henry was proving to be an absolute nightmare when she has Emma Swan for a traveling companion.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spies Emma, shuffling from one foot to the other, clearly just as uncomfortable as she was, if not more so, over what they’re staring at.
Scowling deeply, the brunette pipes up, “This is what they call a bed? I’d like to have a word with the manager.”
“Regina,” Emma sighs, and she’s too tired for this. For any of it. For the stress she feels when looking at the small bed and realizing it’s the only soft surface in the room. And the stress she’d inevitably feel if Regina were to return downstairs and make a scene. God. She just wants to s l e e p. It’s late and they’ve had a tiring journey filled with one too many hiccups. “It’s a single. They’re usually not much bigger than this one.” Emma would know. She’d been in the system for much too long during her childhood and adolescent years n o t to know.
Regina scoffs, her displeased glare moving between the bed and the blonde, as though she’s not entirely sure which of the two she finds more frustrating at the moment and Emma sighs again. “A single? Miss Swan. It’s barely big enough for one of us, let alone the both of us.” Abruptly, she turns on her heel, heading for the door but Emma catches her gently by the arm just as she reaches for the doorknob.
“Hey, hey, no. It’s fine. We’ll make do. I’ll take the floor okay. Just— please. I’m exhausted and I bet you are too and we still have a bit of a journey before we get to Henry.”
As always, it’s Henry’s name that causes Regina to see reason. He’d made them promise that they’d both be there for his graduation, as though either of them would ever miss it, regardless of how many States away he’d moved or how insufferable Regina had said it would be to have Emma accompanying her on the road. Shaking her arm free of Emma’s grasp, the brunette saunters towards the bathroom and slams the door shut behind her, clearly in a mood.
Emma falls face first onto the mattress the minute she’s alone, knowing her time on it will be short lived. Regina’s right. It’s barely big enough for one of them. They can’t share it unless they plan on sleeping atop each other. And only one of them wouldn’t be entirely opposed to that idea.
By the time Regina re-enters their room, Emma is already drifting off but she catches the mayor’s disapproving, “Tell me you at least intend to shower before getting into bed with me.”
Tiredly, Emma peeks up at her through one eye. Was Regina serious? She’d be okay with them sharing a bed if the blonde showered? It’s tempting. So incredibly tempting but Emma doesn’t have the strength to will herself to head to the shower. Instead, she bundles up one of the sheets and throws it on the floor, together with her pillow.
Regina watches her in silence, eyebrows hiking up her forehead as Emma lowers herself to the floor. She should let it go. She really should. And she tells herself that repeatedly as she climbs into the now empty bed, but somehow her mouth still opens as the back of her head hits the pillow and words which she has no control over are pouring out. “Do you find me so repulsive that you’d rather sleep on the floor than share my bed?” She can’t see Emma’s face from her position but she thinks she hears the sudden sound of a choking, sputtering Swan. Which… g o o d.
“What?” Emma asks, her voice high pitched and barely recognizable. How could Regina think—? “I’m just too exhausted to get into the shower right now and you made it seem like an ultimatum for being allowed to sleep next to you. Regina…” There’s a soft sigh falling from her lips before she continues, “I know we don’t always see eye to eye—“
“We never see eye to eye, dear,” The brunette cuts her off and Emma laughs in spite of herself.
“Yeah, that. I know we’ve have our fair share of conflict over the years but I don’t find you even remotely repulsive.” It was true too. Even with Regina’s bossy, superior complex. “God, do you have any idea of how much I—“ Wisely, the blonde clamps her mouth shut. There’s no point, Emma thinks, in confessing to her feelings for Regina. The older brunette is so far out of her league that she thinks it would be embarrassing to even hint at her desire to be more than just co-parents.
Somewhere during Emma’s speech, Regina had propped herself up on one elbow, listening intently as a shadow of surprise flickers across her face. “Any idea of how much you what, Miss Swan?” She dares to ask and isn’t particularly sure why her voice is now emerging with a low, throaty cadence.
Emma’s face is heating up from where she lies on the cold floor, heartbeat increasing. “Nothing.” She gnaws on her lip, hard enough to break the skin and then adds with a somewhat frustrated sigh, “And can you lose the ‘Miss Swan’? We’ve been through too much.”
Stretching her legs out fully, Regina drags the covers up to her waist. “That we have… Though you’re the first woman I’ve encountered who doesn’t enjoy having me refer to her by her title.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Emma asks, shooting up so fast into a sitting position that Regina chuckles softly when her head becomes visible, a crinkle etched into the centre of the woman’s pale forehead.
“Come to bed, Emma.”
Call her cheesy but Emma really loves the way Regina says Em-ma, drawling the two syllables perfectly. She likes the three words that came before her name even more. Wasting no time, so that Regina can’t change her mind, Emma scrambles into bed, laying on her side to face her son’s other mother. It’s a tight fit, as they’d imagined. Her legs are already pressed against Regina’s, sending her thoughts haywire. “I still want to know what you meant.” And she sounds breathless as she says it, breathless with wanting. Regina drags in such a long breath that Emma’s pretty sure that’s all she’s getting in response until the mayor again shocks her with,
“I meant that some women find it attractive when I refer to them by their surnames.” Was that why she did it, Regina’s inner voice grills her. In the beginning, it had been for the sake of formality, to let Emma know in no uncertain terms that they were not friends. But that was during the early days when she’d viewed the blonde as a threat, had been afraid that Emma was there steal her son. Now, things are different. They are different. As Emma had rightfully said, they’d been through too much. They’d come a long way, so long that Regina no longer thinks of Henry only as her son. He’s theirs, always theirs.
“Oh,” The blonde says instantly, her stomach tightening. “Call a lot of women by their last names, do you?” She’s not jealous. She’s n o t.
Regina is still propped up on her elbow and she doesn’t know why her eyes and her whole face has softened but she can feel the transformation as she looks down at Emma, and picks up on what she believes might be—jealousy? “Only one in particular as of late. She’s.. quite the idiot. But she also happens to be the mother of my child.”
And then Emma is glancing up at her with an expression she doesn’t understand (or understands too well… because mother-of-my-child sounded way more intimate than she’d planned for) and Regina’s eyes have dipped to her lips and she wonders when had they gone from arguing about the bed to this— w a n t i n g.
Her breathing slows.
Emma swallows and says, “I really want to kiss you.” Just like that. Because she’s Emma Swan and of course she has little control over the things that come out of her mouth, even when the kiss was probably about to happen organically and now she might have ruined it and scared Regina off.
“Since when?”
Emma laughs, emboldened by the fact that Regina hasn’t made a more snide remark and she lets her hand rest on the mayor’s waist, fingers teasing the small bit of exposed skin. She thinks she feels Regina trembling from the touch… or that might just be her own fingers trembling. “Since the moment you opened your front door and asked you’re-Henry’s-birth-mother?”
Regina’s astonishment lasts all of two seconds before she meets Emma midway, lips connecting in the most clumsy perfect first kiss. Because Emma is the clumsy one who fumbles around Regina’s mouth and apologizes every time their teeth accidentally clashes. And Regina is the Queen of perfection who behaves as though she already knows her way around Emma’s mouth, had been there on thousands of occasions, dotting kisses at the corner of her mouth, biting and tugging on Emma’s lip until she’s moaning and willingly giving way for the brunette’s tongue to enter her mouth.
“I never suspected a thing.” Her breathing is a little ragged as they come up for air and Emma is now laying kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
“Of course you didn’t. You were too busy dating the hotter women that waltzed into town. You’d never have looked my way twice.”
Blinking, Regina takes the younger woman’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, drawing her away from her skin so that she can hold her gaze. “I’ve looked,” Regina admits in a whisper, because, well— she had. And if Emma ever attempts to use it against her she’ll deny it with her last breath. “I just never thought—“ When the mayor fumbles, her usual confidence lost somewhere in no man’s land, Emma prompts,
“You never thought—?” She’s hanging on to Regina’s every word, hungry for more openness.
“You were the saviour, Emma. And I, the Evil Queen. There’s no story in which I ever would’ve had a chance with you.”
“Yeah?
How about this one?” Emma asks automatically, grinning as she claims Regina’s mouth in another heated kiss.
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hey I’m starting a girl gang of lesbians, we’re gonna wear spiked leather jackets and beat up people who tell bi girls that they’re only bisexual because “guys think it’s hot”. reblog if you want in.
fantastic, our numbers are growing. next on the agenda is fistfighting TERFs and anyone else who disrespects trans women. we meet in the Dennys parking lot at dawn.