So, I've realized something. Just now. Just recently. I was looking through the stuff I've pinned on Pintrest, and I recently added a new board exclusively for tattoos, entitled Someday. > Le board de tattoos <3 <  Check it out if you're interested. If not, carry on.

But I have realized that it is potentially a blessing in disguise, not being able to get a tattoo right now. Because, you see, I really want one. Actually, I really want several. But mayhaps this not getting one at this point in time will end up being a good thing. Because now I can think about what I want. Dream about it. And really find what will be the best tattoo to get.

It will happen. It is definitely going to happen. But, if I look on the bright side of things, and be okay with waiting, I will have tattoos that are lovely, that mean something to me. Part of the reason I love tattoos is that they are there for pretty much ever. And if it's something there forever, I want something I love, something lovely, something that means something to me. A little bit of pretty to brighten up my day on shitty days. And who doesn't love that?

I keep seeing people post/pin/have a status/tweet that "People ask me why I don't have a tattoo, and I reply, 'Why would you put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari'". Okay, first off, if you are a Ferrari, you are implying that there are different types of cars, and you are a high end, expensive, and fancy car. Second, you make it sound, a tiny bit, like those who do have tattoos are a lesser car. Like they're an old Impala or some junker car. The people I've heard say this, I know they don't mean it that way. But sometimes we need to think about what our words are saying, even more than what we're saying. Because they don't always match up. Okay, and now thirdly. Tattoos are not comparable to bumper stickers. Bumper stickers are things you stick on your car, and they can come off. Tattoos are more like the paint. Some people leave the paint of their car the color it was originally. Others change it, or maybe only change some of it. Maybe they get a cool gradient effect going. But tattoos are NOT bumper stickers.

I know not everyone likes/wants tattoos. I understand that. I don't like brussel sprouts. They're icky. But that just means, I'm not going to go out and get some. I mean, if it's something you don't want, why the hell would you want to go out and get it? But I also try not to complain, or defend myself. I don't like them, but I don't need to explain why I would never put them in my body.

Tattoos are beautiful. Tattoos are art. Tattoos are a little something that stays with you till you are in the grave. And I love them for that. You don't have to like them, you don't have to want them. But maybe you shouldn't post stuff about why you'd never get one, or why they're icky and gross. Because honestly, as someone who desperately wants them, and is just waiting till she moves out, those are slightly offensive to me. I mean, it's just something I've spent my whole fuckin life wanting, but no, you go right ahead and say why they are worthless and you would never get one. Bazinga.

Okay. I'm done my little rant. In conclusion, I feel a bit better about waiting for a tat of my own, and please stop saying why it's stupid to get a tattoo. Kaythxbai

I'm trying to add more pictures again! I seriously want a little dog like this. He's so cute!! Though I just want a dog in general... 

I love pickup lines, so these under roos just make me happy. Though apparently they're from Victoria's Secret. This might condemn me as a hipster, but I feel like Victoria's Secret is a tad too mainstream to shop at. I'd rather get muh underroos from my favorite stores.  I dunno why. But, main point, pick up lines FTW.

 

And yes. More Tom. <3 He's just so wonderful.  

 

And lastly, this afternoon, I'm making cupcakes!!! Super excited for that :{D

Avenging is magic!

 

Applejack is Steve.

 

Rainbow Dash is either Thor or Tony. (I felt she could almost go either way, and look how well all these pictures go together!)

 

Fluttershy is Bruce. (Look at them! They're both soooo cute!!)  I might have a tiny crush on Mark Ruffulo.

And Celestia is totally Nick Fury. It's just obvious. Lots of secrets, having the mane six do all the fighting.

 

Finally, here's a picture of Tony in a shirt that I know we all wish we had, and a picture of the adorable Matt Smith hugging a purple unicorn pillow pet. <3 They all so adorbes.

 

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston's friendship name is Cuddles. That is all. Carry on.

Oh hai thar

So, um, I've kind of been absent here, haven't I? Whoopsy... I may or may not have forgotten I have a blog.

Schools been out for over 2 weeks, and I've been working on my room and redecorating it, painting my nails, reading, going shopping, Tumblr-ing. Fun stuff. And I haven't really had many profound wisdom hitting, I need to share this with everyone type moments.

Though I will say, every now and then, I just get hit with all the stupid, insensitive things I've said and done. And it's like it just plays on repeat, over and over again. It could be hormones/PMS related + the lack of people to keep me sane. But it just all hits me. And it makes me wonder how I even have friends. Seriously, it does.  Now, I'm not good at thinking before I talk. Sometimes my words just come out. Especially when I'm tired, and I just want to say everything I think of. It's not pretty. I feel like I've gotten much, much better over the last couple years. Needless to say, I was a child without tact. An adorable child, I'm sure, but definitely one with out tact.

The thing is, I'm already insecure. And pretty sure I have OCD. My mum thinks so too. I can't let things go. I overthink to a fault, sometimes. I'm bad at letting feelings go. And I'm not surrounded by people right now who make it known that it's okay for me to hang out with them. Who let me know they like being around me. That they like me. My summer schedule is work, home, sleep, repeat, pretty much. I haven't really done anything with anyone. And my family has to like me. So right now, I'm semi-bi-polar. I just keep thinking about all my unthinking blunders, and then sometimes I manage to move on and be fine.

Maybe when I've stopped bleeding and cramping, I'll be closer to my usual norm. Maybe it is just hormones. But right now, while it's not over whelming, it's still there, and it's screwing with my insecurities like nothing else.

I might be driving out to visit a friend soon, though! Super excited about that.

Old school love and love letters

I miss the old school love. Even though I've yet to have a love at all, but I still miss it.

In fact, a couple weeks ago, I decided I want letters. Whenever I get a boyfriend, or whatever. The kind of letters you leave around campus where you know the other person will find them. Maybe it's because I love books, and it's the kind of thing that would happen in a book. Something that might happen to Anne Shirley. I want a Gilbert, who will love me, and write me letters. Is that too much to ask?

I don't know why this seems important to me. I do like (as previously mentioned) books. And I like writing stuff, using a pen and paper. And I prefer writing stuff down when trying to get my thoughts out. When I try to just say what I think, my thoughts get jumbled about when they hit my tongue. I also really like vintage esque stuff. Like old keys, tea sets, and pocket watches. Mostly stuff reminiscent of the Victorian era. It's just so lovely. Often it has gorgeous scrolling detail. And letters remind me of that. Hand written. Personal.

I just want someone I can write letters to. They don't have to be overly romantic letters. Or even letters with a distinctive purpose. Just a letter to me, where it'll make me smile. It could be a quick drawing. Anything. As long as I can reply, and make someone else smile.


Unrelated, I'm pretty much done with my freshman year of college. This past week has been super stressful, and I'm so glad it's almost over. I'm going to miss all the people here so much, though. They've become a huge part of my life. I know it just 3 months, but it seems like such a long time, especially after seeing all these people every day. A quarter of a year without all these amazing people. It's so weird and horrible thinking about it. I walk into my friend's rooms, and they have all these boxes, empty walls, barely any stuff. And I've already been super stressed, because of finals, that I might bawl tomorrow when they leave. It might happen.

Loving equally.

So last night I was at floor worship. And it was wonderful, and I loved it. One of the girls on the floor was talking about how she doesn't label herself as christian, because she can't understand how people can't love others just because they're gay, or even not as christian-ly as others. I felt the same as her. I've struggled with not knowing, and people just giving Bible verses instead of answers. It made me think. I am not a person strong in my faith. I haven't found a personal connection, my own faith. But I do believe in loving people. Which is actually what christians are called to do/be. We are supposed to be love. And to show love to every one. Not just the nicely dressed white people who always look good, and never seem to have ever doubted their faith, or the black church choir who sends shivers down your back with how good they are at praisin'. Not just our pastors. Not just the people who watch the little kids during the services. Everyone.

How can anyone call themselves Christians, when they're too busy hating on the people they deem as "non-christians". I think it even goes further than christians versus non-christians. I think there are the christians, who see themselves as being at the top. The top of what, I don't know, but it can come of as hoity-toity. Then there are the wishy-washy christians, who fake it well. But they don't always keep it up all the time, and they aren't too worried about it. (I'm prolly in this catagory) Then there are the not christians, but the ones the keep quiet about it all. There are the anti-christians, the people who are so against christians and the church that they want nothing to do with it. Not only do they want nothing to do with it, the bad mouth it all they can. And then, we have the people who "live in sin". Can't "be changed". They're the gay people, the people who are skanks and they like it. The people on drugs, the alcoholics. The ones who are un-apologetically living their lives as they see fit.

And then somewhere there are the legit christians, who actually try to love everyone. They don't always succeed, but they try. They are like Darren Criss, though not all can sing.

I started this a couple days ago, then had to go to class, so I forget where exactly I was going with this. But if you're a christian, please don't be the christian who drives people away by being holier than thou. Be the one who loves the druggies, and the skanks, and those who are gay. Don't immediately write them off. Everyone has value. Everyone needs love. Everyone craves love. And we may not be able to change their minds, their religion, their hearts or their minds. But maybe, just maybe, we'll be the people who make christianity seem appealing. And then someday down the road, they will change their minds/ hearts. And we will have had a part in that. But how can we do anything like that if we're too busy hating and judging?