Whisked away to NeverNever


A description should fill this space, but I think the pages speak for themselves. Mostly, these are things I think are pretty, or amusing, and sometimes important. Some of them I have written myself. Some of them, I wish I had written. Either way, I hope you enjoy the things on these pages; while they are really things which I enjoy, I have a hard time enjoying something alone, by sharing, my joy is made more full. Happy Tumbling.
~Holly



Are you curious about something?
A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves.
— Unknown  (via mmmmilk)

Source: psych-quotes

karkatlicious:

avidoatlion:

lifemocker:

thejordanator:

An expertly done three point turn

Weren’t expecting that house

#I have never seen someone nope that hard before

#our house #in the middle of the street

karkatlicious:

avidoatlion:

lifemocker:

thejordanator:

An expertly done three point turn

Weren’t expecting that house

#I have never seen someone nope that hard before

#our house #in the middle of the street

Source: cannabinomad

mustafakilinc-fotograf-ca:

fotoğrafçı: Mustafa Kılınç  

pretty.

mustafakilinc-fotograf-ca:

fotoğrafçı: Mustafa Kılınç  

pretty.

Unintended self-vindication

So, while trying to think of a story to send to Shane for kicks and giggles, this little story came out. o_oU

Once upon a time there was a snail. This snail was brightly colored and her name was Sarah. Sarah was sliming her way across the front porch when a large, black, wet nose snuffled at her followed by a growl. She hid inside her rainbow shell and said, “don’t eat me! I’m too pretty to die!” 

The dog sat back on its haunches and growled again. “you look pretty plain to me,” he said. Dogs are colorblind and he couldn’t see how pretty she was. 

Sarah poked an antenna out of her shell and squeaked up at him, “just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there.” And with that, she set off across the porch. 

The dog snuffled and growled at her again, but let her go and padded away. 

The end. 

The first little steps

So after all of it, the middle school length relationship and crying myself to sleep again, I’m deciding to be okay. I have good friends whom I love. I have a good family who wants to be there to support me, even if we don’t communicate that well to each other. I will graduate in just over a month if I can pass all of my classes and do well. I am smart, attractive, and brave. I chose not to hide who I am, and I was genuine and accepted. I make beautiful art, and I don’t feel a deep-seated need to throw myself off the top of the parking garage anymore. Yeah, being broken up with really sucks, and being single again is NOT what I wanted, but I’m still me and “me” is still good enough on her lonesome. :)

Holly

najjaporterart:

EddxMarie stuffs

they’re so adorable! 

Tagged: eddxmarieed edd and eddy

Source: najjaporterart

itseasytoremember:

capslockapocalypse:

letmusicsetyoufreee:

frankienathanieljonas:

bubblelumps:

was voldemort a virgin

#did you see him in 5th year? #he wasnt a virgin

Imagine being the chick to do the frick frack with the Dark Lord Voldy. 

TUMBLR DOT COM: WHERE WE CAN DISCUSS HAVING SEX WITH VOLDEMORT BUT WE CAN’T ACTUALLY SAY THE WORD SEX

doing the do with you know who

man, even voldemort has gotten more action that I have. LAWL. 

Source: bubblelumps

Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.

freakydani:

strudelniall:

no one should scroll past this

If you scroll past this i have no respect for you.

Source: yourbritneyspearsanon

Nothing to Report

Dear tumblr,

it has now been five days of spending all hours with Ryan, and I have received precisely one kiss. It was last night, as I was walking out the door, trying not to stare at him expectantly like I usually do, so I kissed him on the cheek, and he leaned in to kiss me on the forehead, and I wasn’t sure what he wanted, and he kissed me ever so briefly on the mouth, and then I spun on my heel, and got the fuck out. No such luck tonight. 

I don’t know what to do. I’m trying to respect his wishes, but it’s making me very unhappy in the process. I don’t like our dynamic. I don’t like our interaction, because I feel like he only wants to be friends, but he wants me to be exclusively friends… so we’re dating, but we’re not being intimate in any sense of the word.. I’m not really understanding what, in his mind, distinguishes our relationship from any other. 

I just want him to want me, you know? Is that too terribly much to ask? I even complained to my mother about it. What do I even do?

do you ever just think about someone and immediately get really happy because their mere existence is a source of joy to you

all the time, my dear, all the time.

Source: staypozitive

cassbones:

fallingaroundagain:

lupeylycan:

un-balanc-ed:

thatwrongthing:

this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy

that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel 

this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction

my shirts always fit: a man’s tale

why can’t I just be shirtless?: a tale of social injustice

Where did my shirt go?: the mystery

Source: thatwrongthing

this. this is what I want. right here. always. to be ridiculously and hopelessly smitten with one another. is that so much to ask?

Source: twistdmentality

kushandwizdom:

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I think about sex and life. About conversations that have happened and ones that haven’t. I think about the places that I wish I was at in life. And I think about the people whom I wish I was with right at that moment.

kushandwizdom:

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I think about sex and life. About conversations that have happened and ones that haven’t. I think about the places that I wish I was at in life. And I think about the people whom I wish I was with right at that moment.

Source: absolucja

behind-my-empty-eyes:

I am conducting a scientific study on what houses people are in. Reblog this post if you are proud to be a Slytherin. (Ravenclaws reblog this, Gryffindors reblog this, and Hufflepuffs reblog this)
Art creds to: liquidsouldesign on deviantart

behind-my-empty-eyes:

I am conducting a scientific study on what houses people are in. Reblog this post if you are proud to be a Slytherin. (Ravenclaws reblog this, Gryffindors reblog this, and Hufflepuffs reblog this)

Art creds to: liquidsouldesign on deviantart

Developments

So, my dear internet, I need to share some things with you for my own peace of mind and my poor ability to remember specific dates and places. Ryan and I had two fairly serious conversations Wednesday: one in the afternoon when I arrived at his house after school, and one in the evening as we were walking through Caldwell hall and stopped next to a stair well. 

The first conversation was him informing me that he had had a conversation on Tuesday evening with Erin (his other ladyfriend) that he just wanted to be friends, and also was interested in only being friends with me, on account of his cognitive fuzziness and feeling like he wasn’t able to make good decisions right now. When I responded to his inquiry about how I felt about that with an “I need to think about that,” he started back peddling. When he didn’t feel like he could articulate his thoughts well, and realized that I wasn’t going to just accept it in stride, he and I sat on the couch and just talked about other things. 

We went to practice, and later went to dinner, with the intention of going to see Pacific Rim later that night. Since we had some time between dinner and the movie, he and I went for a short walk around campus. In Caldwell hall, we stopped outside of a stairwell in the first floor, I asked him to recap for clarity’s sake, what he had tried to communicate earlier in the day. He told me that he had originally intended to break up with both Erin and I for symmetry’s sake, but upon trying to put distance between the two of us earlier in the day, he realized that he really didn’t want to do that. He then said that he was happy with his decision to break it off with Erin. He also said that he didn’t want to escalate our relationship, just let it happen naturally. 

We’ve seen each other each day this week and each day last week with the exception of Friday and Saturday, and every day the week before that with the exception of Tuesday. I’ll see him again tomorrow after a long jaunt through a local State park. I’m going to go over early… to “get into trouble.” his words, not mine. I’m excited. 

Holly