My name is Erin. I am nineteen years old, and I am a tool. ISFP.

Gravity Falls, Laika, FusionFall, Buffy, KH, HTTYD.

Still ships GILLARUDD.

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Round one officially won

Round one officially won

Time to downsize the ol’ wardrobe

Time to downsize the ol’ wardrobe

everyone complaining about the heat and here i am as happy as a lizard on a rock

everyone complaining about the heat and here i am as happy as a lizard on a rock

with the exception of that time i got bitten by a goose, this is the worst thing to ever happen to me.

  it’s so dumb, but it kind of irks me when people tell me i’m “brave” for coloring my hair or wearing a sidecut..??????
         what does being brave have to do with hair
         hair is hair
         don’t be a precious

following me on tumblr is like having a bonus features disc
you get to see what i look like when i don’t wear makeup
or pants

following me on tumblr is like having a bonus features disc

you get to see what i look like when i don’t wear makeup

or pants

  we live in a world where entitled pseudo-intellectuals can bitch about a painting for twenty minutes during a lecture
                  AND THEY’RE NOT EVEN THE LECTURER

  I was realy overwhelmed when I checked my Tumblr this evening by the sheer amount of people who had sent me supportive messages, despite me not having asked for them, in response to my whinging post from earlier.

  It’s really reassuring that some people will still go out of their way to make a stranger feel less alone and worthless. I honestly can’t thank you all enough.

  If you sent me a message, you can also send me an address (not in a creepy way) and I will post you a handmade ‘Thank You’ card. Seriously. Your sentiment means that much to me.

thanks for inviting yourself into my room while i was eating lunch, dickwad

thanks for inviting yourself into my room while i was eating lunch, dickwad

  Despite today being fucking awful in terms of work, the super cute employee at the store over from mine came in and gave me her number after her shift.
Like, I didn’t even know she was flirting with me until whoa, girl number.

  This never happens. Ever. Ever ever ever ever. Except to pretty and popular people.

  But like. I don’t want to text this number. 

My dreams are too realistic for their own good
My friend’s dreamsona, for example, told me via Facebook chat that she liked me
(which rocks because wow I totally like her too)
And dream!Me just stared at the message before saying to herself,
“Poems. I shall write poems about this.”

And if it wasn’t for the fact that the 6am Lobster Boiler woke me up again I might have believed it was real

  I often like to pretend I’m Kate Winslet in Titanic except when Jack draws me, he draws me with this fab mustache and I’m just being swarmed by kittens

  dear dolly doctor,
will i ever have enough adamantite ore to finish my daily runescape task??? i am a 19-year-old female who is literally so done with the time it takes to mine.

  sincerely,
girl with the dragon pickaxe

But in other news
I WILL BE PRESENTING A TOUR AT THE ACMI DREAMWORKS EXHIBITION

  how the heckfire do you tell a person you like them
do you just keep offering them things until you’ve got nothing left to offer them but your dignity
  or am i doing it wrong