Okay I need to say this.
Some people who follow me are convinced I’m a dude. NO. NO. NO. NEVER. I AM FEMALE. I am 100% positive I am a female. I don’t know WHY you’d think I’m a dude, but there ya go. I’M A GIRL. I’M HORMONAL. Please stop saying I’m a creepy dude. I’m not. I am an amazing awesome teen girl who has no social life. Okay have a nice day.
I want to get food, but Tumblr....
LET'S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT
OKAY. Just because you have a cheap ass Sonic Screwdriver and a bow tie DOES NOT mean you are The Doctor. It DOES NOT make you a nerd for watching 2 episodes of Sherlock. It DOES NOT make you a “total dork” if you have seen 20 minutes of Star Wars. It DOES NOT make you a geek if you understand Star Trek jokes. So if you’re on of these 12-17 year old girls doing a duck face while...
3 things will survive the end of the world:
1. Cockroaches 2. Twinkies 3. Doctor Who
The Origin of Valentine's Day
Basically a king said “Yo people. I don’t want ya’ll gettin’ married. Stop it.” but then this one dude named Valentine (not a saint yet) said “MAN! GOTTA SHARE THE LOVE.” and since he was a priest, he could legally marry people. So then he starts doing these secret weddings like “By the power invested in me by the place of this rock, you guys...
I made my friend watch the first episode of Doctor Who with Christopher Eccleston. She didn’t like him that much, but I could tell she was beginning to enjoy the idea. I can’t wait til she sees the introductory episode with Matt Smith <3
There are no words to explain how I feel about...
YOU ARE A STUPID JERK. YOU HAVE NO HEART AND I’M SURPRISED SHE EVEN LIKES YOU. YOU THINK THAT’S LOVE? BITCH, PLEASE. YOU COULDN’T TELL IF SOMEONE LOVED YOU IF IT WAS STARING YOU IN THE FACE. WELL GUESS WHAT? IT IS. ME. You know how I feel and yet you continue to stay with her. What does that say? You love the popularity. I don’t think you even know what love is. Love is...
Yeah. I lied in my last post. Someone please love...
Love is stupid. I'd rather stay single.
To the Pain:
Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think you're bluffing.
Westley: It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all.
[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]
Westley: DROP... YOUR... SWORD!
Prince Humperdinck: [Humperdinck's mouth hangs open, drops sword to floor]