Na, they were just text. But I’m not gonna bother with answering them. I was more concerned with as to why my stuff wasn’t working then answering the messages. It sucks that I couldn’t, but oh well.
Probably. It just sucks cause I can’t respond to whoever was sending me the submissions.
No, I’m getting asks. But someone has been sending me submissions that aren’t showing up anywhere except for my email. I don’t know why someone is sending me submissions, considering people usually use asks.
Someone keeps sending me messages on tumblr, but they’re only showing up in my email. I can’t respond to them. Anyone know what’s up with that?
Todays horrible.
I just wanna stop feeling like shit all the time. I’m always sick, or there’s always something wrong. And I feel like no one ever believes me when I tell them how I feel. Everyone thinks that everything I feel is all in my head, or that nothing is ever really wrong with me. I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe me. It used to be just my step-dad. Then my friends. Now even my mom, the one person I thought I could always go to, seems annoyed and kind of ignores me when I try and tell her I don’t feel right. She yells at me telling me I need to learn to deal with my anxiety and stop drinking caffeine.
I’m sick of everyone and everything. I’m slowly starting to lose grasp of all my earthly attachments. My friends are all dicks to me most of the time and my parents ignore me except for when they need a babysitter. There’s really nothing else to hold me here. Everything else just sucks, and the few things I used to enjoy are starting to slip away.
Last 4 episodes of Avatar.
I’ve been watching these episodes all week and I’m almost done. It’s kinda sad, but im happy to know that I’ll now be able to say that I saw every episode. I’m actually kinda surprised at how many of them I didn’t see.
The worst part about driving is…
…Gas. I can afford it no problem. It’s just the act of getting it. I don’t know why, I just hate doing it.
I cry every time I watch this video.
ugh Austin, you’re killing me.
Always reblog :’c ♥
(Source: westf4ll)
“I would’ve gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor.”
(Source: thewintersoldier)
There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
I like this because it’s something I would totally do. I’d be on the side of the road blubbering like a school girl.
(Source: gallifrey-man)
Datamancer’s Steampunk Laptop
This may look like a Victorian music box, but inside this intricately hand-crafted wooden case lives a Hewlett-Packard ZT1000 laptop that runs both Windows XP and Ubuntu Linux. It features an elaborate display of clockworks under glass, engraved brass accents, claw feet, an antiqued copper keyboard and mouse, leather wrist pads, and customized wireless network card. The machine turns on with an antique clock-winding key by way of a custom-built ratcheting switch made from old clock parts.
