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So. 

I have had this blog (and ellerichmondarchives, where I came from) since I was in high school. I don’t regret a minute of it. I would not be the person I am today if I had not met all of you, laughed over these posts, written these stories, and kept up with this blog. I really settled into myself. This blog was my safe space.

But I don’t need it anymore. I don’t need a place to hide. I don’t want to hide. I don’t like it. I’ve been behind a pseudonym for five+ years, I’ve kept this blog a secret from everyone I know in real life, and frankly, I don’t need to anymore. I don’t need a safe space. I have one. I have a safe space in poetry, in my major, and more importantly, in real life. I feel safe. 

Which leads me to this. I’m putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus. I’m keeping it up for nostalgia’s sake, but I won’t be here anymore. If you like, you can follow me (the real me, the me I am when I’m not behind a computer screen) on my personal Tumblr here. I’d love to stay in touch with you. But if not, I won’t take offense. It’s your choice. 

A quick housekeeping thing: I have saved darlingwendy and everjay over at my new blog. My other URLs, which include:

herladyargent

juliejordans

claraminuseleven

shutitstiles

ellerichmond

greyeyeschase

slutpez

are going to be up for grabs. I won’t stick around long enough to give them to you, but they’ll be free, so if you want any of ‘em, they’ll be out there. 

It’s been amazing. But it’s time for me to let go of Alice. I’m not that girl anymore. See you around.

— Bianca

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everjay ----> everjayarchives

So. 

I have had this blog (and ellerichmondarchives, where I came from) since I was in high school. I don't regret a minute of it. I would not be the person I am today if I had not met all of you, laughed over these posts, written these stories, and kept up with this blog. I really settled into myself. This blog was my safe space.

But I don't need it anymore. I don't need a place to hide. I don't want to hide. I don't like it. I've been behind a pseudonym for five+ years, I've kept this blog a secret from everyone I know in real life, and frankly, I don't need to anymore. I don't need a safe space. I have one. I have a safe space in poetry, in my major, and more importantly, in real life. I feel safe. 

Which leads me to this. I'm putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus. I'm keeping it up for nostalgia's sake, but I won't be here anymore. If you like, you can follow me (the real me, the me I am when I'm not behind a computer screen) on my personal Tumblr here. I'd love to stay in touch with you. But if not, I won't take offense. It's your choice. 

A quick housekeeping thing: I have saved darlingwendy and everjay over at my new blog. My other URLs, which include:

herladyargent

juliejordans

claraminuseleven

shutitstiles

ellerichmond

greyeyeschase

slutpez

are going to be up for grabs. I won't stick around long enough to give them to you, but they'll be free, so if you want any of 'em, they'll be out there. 

It's been amazing. But it's time for me to let go of Alice. I'm not that girl anymore. See you around.

-- Bianca

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I hate you, please love me. ↳ Holland Roden

@hollandroden: Where does toilet paper go when it dies….

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UItimate Sherlolly weaknesses:

Molly wearing Sherlock’s Belstaff and practically drowning in it, but wearing it anyway because it’s warm and is actually kind of comforting.

Sherlock and Toby battling over who gets Molly’s lap.

Molly stroking Sherlock’s curls and slightly massaging his scalp to help him think or help him sleep.

Sherlock hiding his smiles when Molly keeps making terrible jokes in the morgue because he’s working dammit but he still allows her to do them because he secretly loves them.

Molly and Sherlock curling up on the sofa and falling asleep.

Sherlock kissing Molly because he can’t think of anything else to say to her.

Molly kissing Sherlock when he’s just made an amazing deduction.

Sherlock trying to say “I’m sorry” with ever more elaborate gifts.

Molly not accepting said gifts until he actually apologizes.

Sherlock or Molly taking each by surprise with really intense make-out sessions.

Sherlock kissing Molly’s forehead, or nose, or jawline.

Molly quietly giving Sherlock body parts so he doesn’t get bored when he’s without a case.

Sherlock subconsciously hugging Molly closer when they’re sleeping.

Sherlock nuzzling at Molly’s cheek and kissing at her neck.

Sherlock listening in rapture as Molly goes into really detailed reports about her most gruesome autopsies.

Molly listening in rapture as Sherlock tells her all about his most intriguing cases.

Molly using her days off to help Sherlock with his experiments.

Sherlock finding the sight of Molly in science goggles distractingly hot.

Molly really loving the sight of Sherlock in jeans.

Molly finding Sherlock asleep on the sofa or in his mind palace and merely shaking her head and kissing him on the forehead because she loves and understands him.

Sherlock unexpectedly dragging Molly down to him and kissing her.

Sherlock and Molly kisses quickly turning into spontaneous sofa/kitchen/bedroom/bathroom sex.

Molly assisting Sherlock on the cases deemed “too weird”.

Basically Sherlock and Molly.

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Teen Wolf: The Reality Show [x]

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what a bunch of a-holes.

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“The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the smallest ray of light, it destroys it.”

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A zombie-bitten father tries to save his infant daughter in this bittersweet short film

So you’ve been bitten by a zombie. So long, conscious brain activity, hello craving for human meat. But the protagonist of the short film Cargo has bigger problems than his impending demise: he has to find a way to save his infant daughter, even if he has to die first to do it.

Directed by Ben Howling and Yolanda Ramke, Cargo was a finalist in Tropfest Australia 2013. It’s also a rather clever take on zombie genre tropes, with a story that isn’t about the survival of self, but the survival of another.

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A 13-year-old Girl Scout in San Francisco recently set up shop outside a marijuana clinic and sold 117 boxes of Girl Scout cookies within two hours. The cookies were such a big hit, she’s been invited back.

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my dog got banned from every petsmart in the country once because we took him there to get groomed and he cried so much that it caused a disruption among the other dogs and they put him in solitary confinement and he shit all over the floor and tried to run away 

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“I. Am….. Pooping”

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i love hugging people who are about a head taller than me because then i can snuggle my face into their neck and it is a very cozy place 1000/10 would recommend

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I NEVER NOTICED UNTIL TEN MINUTES AGO THAT ANDY USED TO WEAR JESSIE’S HAT WHEN PLAYING WITH WOODY AND FOR SOME REASON THIS MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY

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Fear does not work as long as they have hope.

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GET TO KNOW ME: favorite movies [2/5] - Harry Potter ↳ Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light

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Mycroft’s pressure point is his junkie detective brother, Sherlock.