Lyanna. 25. Taken.

This is my personal space to rant about life and shit.





Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.

Me: What black pen?

Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.

Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?

Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.

this almost made me cry

this is simultaenously the best and worst submission i’ve ever seen from Clients from Hell.

I feel ill

I swear some people are so fucking stupid it makes me ill. 


I could go for a nice make-out session up against a wall right about now.


now why is platonic cuddling so frowned upon in society fuck you man if i wanna cuddle my bff i will fucking cuddle my bff youll need a fucking crowbar to pry me off you son of a bitch

Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me
like stars.

—Richard Siken, excerpt of Saying Your Names (via punkrockpatroclus)



I wanna kiss you in inappropriate places.


One time, at band camp, there was a dude on a skateboard nearby as we were marching laps around the school. When the drum major called us to attention, we must have been so loud, that he fell over, and the band director had to check if he was okay.


we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.



All I have going for me is sarcasm, resting bitch face, huge thighs, and really good eyebrows. 

actually me