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Katie. 24 years old. Post whatever I want. Enjoy. <3

Mastbos, Breda, Netherlands.

Photography by Sonja Krzeminski

anastasiawonders:

wickedclothes:

Glow In The Dark Heart Locket Necklace

This heart-shaped silver locket holds a blue, glass, heart-shaped inside which glows bright blue in the dark. The locket features ornate carving to accent the piece and to provide a unique and enchanting lighting effect. Hung on a silver-plated chain. Sold on Etsy.

Zydrate comes in a little heart necklace?

voidprinxe:

stop hating on girls who wanna kiss people in museums or aquariums or art galleries stop hating on girls who want things that might be cliche stop hating on girls who want boys to treat them like they’re magic i will protect all girls with my life and just because they care about things that you don’t doesn’t give you the right to belittle them ok i will fight u

ihadthetimeofmylifewithyou:

foreverwholocked:

bessonovafan6454:

agentsoffandoms:

sherlock-winchester-who-221b:

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It’s impossible to not Reblog because everyone is in at least one

Correction: everyone is in at least three

I’m in six, and in the process of joining four. Whoops.

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.

Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

d4ftpunks:

balconyscene:

illplaytheromeoyouplaythejuliet:

I feel as fucking useless as a white fucking crayon

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u just gotta find someone who prefers black paper my friend

that was the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read

captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

e-zekiel:

consulting-time-captain:

aro-rusco:

santajackharkness:

theladythorki:

steven-stone:

i love how other planet’s moons have cool names and then here we just have moon

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petition to rename the moon

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this entire site is on drugs

This is my favorite post ever and I will reblog it until I die

doctor-harlequin:

courageisthekeytohappiness:

i’m in love with peter pan. 

he also knows about tumblr so he cool