The Life of Tara

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21 years old. I live in Arizona.

Things I love and also follow:
Doctor who & Dexter
Supernatural & Sherlock
Do It Yourself Projects & Harry Potter
piercings & tattoos

For anyone who would like to play some games with me just send me a message.
World of Warcraft
League of Legends
Diablo 3


 

zanetheaiden:

brittsfunhouse:

Well damn, guess that explains why the paycheck is shit.


whoa what

zanetheaiden:

brittsfunhouse:

Well damn, guess that explains why the paycheck is shit.

whoa what

 

 

ofgeography:

robin williams died today.
here is a list of things that robin williams was:
funny
sharp
kind
clever
and sad.
that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.
but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.
we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.
but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.
those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.
sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.
if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquite didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 
don’t.

ofgeography:

robin williams died today.

here is a list of things that robin williams was:

  • funny
  • sharp
  • kind
  • clever
  • and sad.

that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.

but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.

we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.

but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.

those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.

sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.

if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.

robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquite didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 

don’t.

 

softshinythings:

Good night, O Captain, My Captain

 

 

 

kattybats:

hobolunchbox:

Video: Legolas vs. Justin Bieber

is this just going to be the gift that keeps on giving

kattybats:

hobolunchbox:

Video: Legolas vs. Justin Bieber

is this just going to be the gift that keeps on giving

 

 

chasexjackson:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:


sparseparsley:

swing-set-in-december:

regular-lord-joesus:

kummersaurus:

crying because 50 shades of grey



fifty shades of awful



JUST SAY IT

50 Shades is a lot more interesting if you convince yourself that “there” means “my feet”

chasexjackson:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:

sparseparsley:

swing-set-in-december:

regular-lord-joesus:

kummersaurus:

crying because 50 shades of grey

image

fifty shades of awful

image

JUST SAY IT

50 Shades is a lot more interesting if you convince yourself that “there” means “my feet”

 

chasexjackson:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:


sparseparsley:

swing-set-in-december:

regular-lord-joesus:

kummersaurus:

crying because 50 shades of grey



fifty shades of awful



JUST SAY IT

50 Shades is a lot more interesting if you convince yourself that “there” means “my feet”

chasexjackson:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:

sparseparsley:

swing-set-in-december:

regular-lord-joesus:

kummersaurus:

crying because 50 shades of grey

image

fifty shades of awful

image

JUST SAY IT

50 Shades is a lot more interesting if you convince yourself that “there” means “my feet”