It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.
It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.
how old is google?
google is 13 today
Cross out what you’ve done.
I have/had piercings besides the ears.
I want piercings besides the ears. I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have/want a tattoo. I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/had braces.
I have/had more than two piercings.
Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.
I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.
I’ve gotten stitches.
I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had chicken pox.
I’ve been to Florida.
I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day. I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Colombia.
I’ve been to Cuba.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Ottawa
I’ve been to the Caribbean.
I’ve been to Europe.
I’ve gotten lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve slapped someone. I’ve kissed someone underwater. I’ve gone skinny-dipping. I’ve chugged something. I’ve crashed a car / been in a car crash. (I crashed my scooter a few times when I had one.)
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a musical. I’ve auditioned for something. I’ve been on stage. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve pranked someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi.
Honesty / Crime
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve been threatened to be arrested.
I’ve broken a law. I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve sneaked out. I’ve lied about my whereabouts. I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’m afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone/something die.
Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I’ve thought about suicide before.
I’ve written a eulogy for myself.
I own over 5 rap CDs.
I’m obsessed/used to with anime/manga.
I collected comic books.
I own a lot of makeup.
I own something from Pac Sun.
I own something from The Gap.
I own something I got on E-Bay. I own something from Abercrombie.
I thrive on compliments.
I thrive on hate.
I can sing well.
I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
I open up to others easily.
I watch the news occasionally or always.
I don’t like to kill bugs.
I sing in the shower.
I’m a morning person.
I’m a sports fanatic.
I twirl my hair.
I care about grammar.
I love spam.
I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day.
I bake well. My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink,blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
I would wear pajamas to school.
I like Martha Stewart.
I laugh at my own jokes.
I eat fast food weekly.
I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.
I’m really ticklish. I like white chocolate. I bite my nails. I’m good at remembering faces.
I’m good at remembering names.
I’m good at remembering dates.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
ask if I’m anorexic/bulimic.
call me fat. say I’m skinny. say I’m ugly. say I’m pretty. spread rumors about me.
force me to eat.
say I eat too much. say I eat too little.
don’t know I have an eating disorder.
I’ve lost weight. I’ve gained weight.
I’m at my thinnest.
I’m at my biggest.
I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
I’ve lost weight but gained it back. My weight affects my mood.
I weigh myself daily.
I’m jealous of everyone skinnier than me.
I feel happy when I’m hungry.
I get depressed after eating.
I work out daily.
I’ve fainted from exhaustion.
I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve planned to run away from home before.
I’ve run away from home.
My biological parents are together.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want kids.
I’ve had kids.
I’ve lost a child.
I’m in a relationship.
I’m a swinger.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I have/had a friend with benefits.
I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve gotten divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Someone has had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
I’m a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger.
I’ve kissed a stranger.
I’ve consumed alcohol.
I regularly drink.
I can’t swallow pills.
I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
I’ve been diagnosed with clinical depression at some point.
I have/had anxiety problems. I shut others out when I’m upset. I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset.
I take anti-depressants.
I’ve slept an entire day before.
I’ve hurt myself on purpose before. I am / have been addicted to self-harm. I’ve woken up crying. I’ve cried myself to sleep.
I’ve plotted revenge.
In many ways, the constant barrage of this type of imagery (and characterization) is not unlike the sh*tty neighborhood I used to live in where every time I walked down the street, random people I didn’t know shouted obscene comments about my body and told me they wanted to have sex with me. And you know, maybe a lot of those guys thought they were complimenting me. Maybe they thought I had tried to look pretty that day and they were telling me I had succeeded in that goal. Maybe they thought we were having a frank and sexually liberated exchange of ideas. I’m willing to be really, really generous and believe that’s where they were coming from. But in the end, it doesn’t matter that they didn’t know it was creepy; it doesn’t matter that they “didn’t get it,” because every single day I lived there they made me feel like less of a person.
That is how I feel when I read these comics.
And I’m tired. I’m so, so tired of hearing those messages from comics because they aren’t the dreams or the escapist fantasies or the aspirations that I want to have. They don’t make me feel joyful or powerful or excited. They make me feel so goddamn sad that I want to cry, because I have devoted my entire life to comics, and when I read superhero books like these I realize that most of the time, they don’t give a sh*t about me.” —Laura Hudson writing for Comics Alliance, here. (via khaleesi)