I'm Chelsea, I'm 22, and I am a professional photographer. Since my facebook page has become overwhelmingly busy, I'm using this page to bitch about stuff.
This blog is literally the most random shit I come across. If I like it, I post/re-post it.
On occasion I will make really bitchy whiny posts, because with my business I can't make those kinds of posts on Facebook anymore. So I'm kind of hiding out here for a bit.
Let's be friends.
Tad R. Callister (via grandviziertothesultanofagrabah)
God just spoke to me right here.
the process of reading
straight sex is so weird
Ashley Neese, Untitled, 2006-2007
Actors and their Disney characters
I don’t see an actor in the fifth one… All I see is Tiana & Tiana.
is michael cera even a real person?
this is what our tax dollars pay for
this is the only thing they should pay for
you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because you’ve stopped caring about perfect hair. you don’t mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains don’t make you flinch. those pains don’t talk to you at night. those pains don’t hurt like the hurt you’ve really felt. the type of hurt that can’t be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you don’t worry about how you’ll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isn’t being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesn’t even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you don’t sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still.
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.
It starts with Rue.
SOMEBODY FINALLY SAID IT
Are you Team Peeta or Team Gale?
the media is pushing this love triangle so hard and the cast and crew are having none of it and it’s great
if you can hear anything over your music it’s not loud enough
Never Ever EVER look back through conversations w people who used to mean a whole LOT to ya Bc i guarantee that you’ll end up crying like a little bitch nd eating straight up hot chocolate powder
when the titles of songs arent said in the actual song i get uncomfortable