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Hi, my name is Kitt. I'm 15, from England, and have a weird cat. Feel free to talk to me whenever you like









































m-eg:

i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking

edens-blog:

heartbeatofatimelord:

physcoaustin:

tardisol:

IF YOU HAD ROOM WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN IT AND THE WALLS CEILING AND FLOOR WERE MADE OF MIRROR WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE IN THE MIRRORS

No.

Holy shit I asked my dad who’s a physics teacher and he just looked at me, looked at the table, looked at me, tried not to smile, looked angry, and started to look up where you can buy big mirrors.

image

this is an actual room of mirrors.

as you can see, it leads to glitches in the matrix

iwantabrickbybrick:

my worst fear is looking bad in a photo with a celebrity

reblog this if you’re jealous of pumba

stablevertigo:

What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:

  • I am unable to do that
  • I am too stressed out to do that
  • I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that
  • My body will physically not allow me to do that
  • I am on the verge of a panic attack
  • I cannot do that

What people hear:

  • I am unwilling to do that
  • I am just shy
  • I am overreacting
  • I am lazy
  • I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety
  • I need a push
  • I don’t want to do that

Inspired by X

buttermilkqueen:

dont u dare treat ur animals like shit in front of me i will end ur life son

sh4ne:

fandomthepossibilities:

sh4ne:

pijani-batak-mi-trci-po-sobi:

sh4ne:

rebloggable by request

why?

request

Are we just going to ignore the fact that they sent this ask to themselves?

 request

violasarecool:

misfitreindeer:

what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks