"SHIT THE BOMB, MOLLY"




I Am:
25 years old, a college dropout, an ex-English major and Psychology minor, a lesbian, awkward, subtle like a supernova, damn near impossible to offend, dating a Dr.-Manhattan-Grumpy-Mathematician-Master-Assassin-Vulcan-Elf-Princess, obsessive compulsive, easily excitable, obsessed with fandom, manic-depressive, consistently anxious, emotionally unstable in almost every way, a romantic, a geek, a nerd, a dweeb

You Can Call Me:
Kelty, Kat, Jude, Jimmy, Special K, Freak, Weirdo, or any and all fandom-applicable nicknames that fit my personality, because who am I to deny.

The People You Need to Know
(If You Want to Get to Know Me):

KENDRA (my girlfriend)
EMILY (my best friend)
BLISS (my soulbuddy)
CODY (my adopted e-son)

This is to all the people who waited anxiously for a letter to arrive by owl when they turned eleven, yet, never received it. To all the people who pick up sticks and use them as wands hoping they will preform magic. To all of those who have been inspired by a boy with a lightning shaped scar. To all those who wish they were born to become wizards. To those who, till this day, haven’t stopped believing in magic. You are not alone. 

fandomisscary:

twistedeveryway:

everycoolthingexcepttwilight:

(via harrypotterissocoollike)

You are not alone, I am here with you. Though (OH GOD, I FORGOT THE LYRICS)..

ANYWAY, THIS ^.

;_; SO BEAUTIFUL

c’: