cola82:

ren-ne-rei:

mehr scribbl’

So pretty.

Seconded. That drawing at the bottom hit me like a ton of bricks, it is gorgeous <3

So, I know I’ve missed it (or not, according to a certain someone. If you’re reading this, Hi! This is my blog. Enjoy), but I thought I’d write something for international Women’s Day/week, to show appreciation and thank all the women that I have had the pleasure to see, meet, converse with, and be inspired by. This one’s for you. If I don’t mention someone specifically, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love or appreciate them, nor does it mean I’ve forgotten them. Most I’ve mentioned probably won’t read this, but regardless, I feel I must mention them to let the world know of what they mean to me.

So, let’s begin:

To my grandmother. You won’t read this, since you’ve moved on to the next life. I hope that you knew in life how much I loved you and appreciated all the stories you used to tell me of when you were a kid. You played a massive role in my life growing up. Your strength is still hard for me to understand and fathom. Even as death stared you in the face, you remained happy, always smiling when you could, never minding my family and I and always wanting us near you. for that, I salute you. R.I.P. May I see you again someday in the next life, if there is one.

To my mother. Giver of life, sheltering and loving. How you’ve tried and tried again to understand and fix me, only to have me disappoint you. You’ve shown me much kindness and have taken many burdens just for me. I am honestly underserving of all you’ve done for me. For your strength, courage and compassion, I salute you.

To my sister Nouf, who has time and time again been there for me since we were little. Had it not for you, I would not have known what a woman’s worth was. Had it not been for you, I would not have had a single friend growing up. Had it not for you, I probably would have ended up dead long ago. For this, and many other things, I salute you.

To sweet Summer. Eyes of gray and a heart of gold, you were always a sweetheart. You showed this chubby, awkward kid that it’s okay to be playful and flirty when the time’s right. You saved my life when I was about to end it, stayed with me ‘till I was stable enough to go back home and live another day. For that, sweet Summer, I salute you.

To Jasmin Sander. You’ve changed me in ways you probably haven’t realized yet. You’ve lit a spark in my heart with your art and generally awesome personality. After meeting and talking to you, I’ve become much more calm and more optimistic. That (and introducing me to Porcupine Tree) was the first of a chain of reactions that has led me becoming the man that I am now. For that, I salute you. (P.S: I still have your painting. Took it with me to oz. Wasn’t going to leave it behind)

To Barbara, Rike, and more: for showing compassion towards a total stranger from a side of the world you’re not quite familiar with. For not judging based on my ethnicity, and Barbara, for challenging the way I thought and influencing me to question the environment around me and its way of thought, I salute you all.

To Jackie, Jo and Angie. Jackie and Jo, specially. For bearing with my constant blabbering, your support when I’d left SSDiv to hard times, and for mentoring me and being patient with me when I first joined. Working with you was an absolute pleasure, and for that and more, I salute you.

To the girls in Group 2. I miss you all dearly. That summer I spent with you showed me that there was so much talent, so much life in the women of our country. One of the few things that kept me going during that summer inbetween the shit job I worked, the constant insomnia and stress of life, was you all and your enthusiasm towards our campaign. We may not have won first prize, but it was still a success. For that, I salute you all, and wish that one day you are all freed from the wretched cage that is our country’s way of life so that you may spread you wings.

To Nickola. Ah, Cola. I watched you on Deviantart long before I had the guts to actually talk to you. I enjoyed your strong opinions and your art. I loved reading about issues related to politics and women’s rights from your perspective. Had it not been for you and your articles, I might have not understood exactly who feminists are and what they represent. For that, and for baring with me as I struggled through life and showing compassion and understanding through some pretty delicate issues that no-one else knows about, I salute you.

To Kym. Kym, without you, I would have been totally lost here. You’ve made my moving here so much easier than it would have been without you. Even when you were ill, you still thought of me and tried to help. I’m forever in yours and your family’s debt. That’s besides all the inspiration I’ve gained from your art, which is always a joy to behold. It seems you have a natural calling to helping strays, the lost and weary of the world. For all that and more, I salute you.

To Krystyl. Your strength and resilience never cease to amaze me. I know we don’t know each other all that well, but know that I do admire you. For your beauty. For your personality. For the fire in your heart, and for your art. For showing me around town with your mum and baring with our never ending conversation, and many more things, I salute you.

To Elaine. It’s a shame I didn’t get to know you better. You were quite the character at the art show, and I absolutely adored your art. You were quite good fun to talk to, and a great listener, though why you’d listen to me, I don’t know. At the time of writing, you’d probably have gone home by now. I wish you happiness for the rest of your days.

To The Frog. Ah, little frog. So much I could say to you. God knows why you still bare with me and even miss me sometimes. I have been nothing but a cold, bitter walrus to you. for all the times I didn’t understand you, for all the times I may have hurt or disappointed you, for all the times I was cold to you, I am truly and utterly sorry. I only hope you have the heart to forgive me. I wish you all the best, Froggie, and I wish that one day you may find a way to escape that cage you call home. Perhaps someday you find another walrus to make your fairytale come true.

There are so many more I could mention, so many more I can talk about, but I think I’ll leave it off here.

superkianagalaxy:

#rick santorum

Pretty much how people think back home.

angrywhistler:

Thomas Baier

cola82:

snarkinfestedwaters:

nigga-moon:

skully-pens:

peppermonster:

joedylan:

Sweet mother of Jesus

never imagined her plus-sized

All she does is smoke and eat.

works for me.

“plus-sized” omfg shut up she’s not even

The fuck did anyone get plus sized. Srs.

On the other hand, DAMN.

Pfft, the bar for plus sized is pretty damn low, ftr, but I don’t care if she fits that definition or doesn’t.  It’s not an insult.  This woman looks amazing and she’s doing amazing cosplay. <3

What was that about being plus sized? ‘cause I don’t see that. All I see is hot, hot, HOT. Forgive me, but damn. Biteable everything <3

So, it’s been a while, and something just hit me. Something profound, something I knew but didn’t realize how massive a change it is.

I’m in Brisbane.

I hit Australian soil on the 6th and have been running ever since. On the first day alone, I went to the bank, back to the room, then to the mall, shopped for things and groceries for my room, explored more of the city. On the first week, I ran around the city some more, exploring as many streets as I could, taking in the sites, the people, the smells, the nature. The second week, I spent it out with friends I knew back home that have lived here most of their lives. True blue Aussies. They showed me around town, showed me places I normally wouldn’t see, showed me the ‘roos on the beach, the hills, the beaches, the wildlife.

Then came this week. Orientation week at my uni. First two days, nothing happened. Then came Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, which went by in a total blurr. I honestly can’t remember anything, but can remember everything. It’s all like a movie real movie in my head at double the speed it’s supposed to. Then, today, end of Friday, there was a Toga party run by two of Brisbane’s biggest universities, one of which is the uni I attend. I didn’t go, because it was raining really heavy outside, and they didn’t allow umbrellas, but the noise (and those who came back from the party), were annoying. So I grabbed a book and went down to the common area in the building.

I only read four sentences.

I spent most of the night just sitting with a random collection of people who live here, talking, laughing. I was being social, something I never knew was possible. Hell, one of them thought I was a social butterfly. Then it hit me. I suddenly realized where I was, what time it was, what I was doing, who I was with. I honestly thought I’d make it out here, and yet, here I am.

They say a picture speaks speaks a thousand words, so, here:

cola82:

bratkitty:

rosalarian:

I am so glad to see this!

I, for one, find Kiera Knightly to be rather attractive.

So do the people who made this. ;p

Speaking as a dude: just because I’m not attracted to one body type, doesn’t mean no-one else should be.

Ladies, do your thing, be yourselves.

Deal with it indeed. 

This is going to be random ramblings, basically, so here we go.

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It’s funny how encouraging words or a compliment from a random stranger can touch your heart just as much or more than someone you’ve known forever. I always make it a point to complement or encourage people, even if I don’t know them.

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So, it’s 7:22 AM. I’ve got the flu, I think, it’s cold, my suitcase is in the corner, and I really want pancakes. My trip’s in (and I just realized this. Sweet jesus) eleven day’s time, and I can’t help thinking this is actually prepping me up for the trip. Sleeping late, I mean. My connection flight to Brisbane will be at around 6-ish in the morning, so y’know. I still haven’t started packing yet though. I need to buy a couple of more pairs of jeans before I do so.

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It’s funny how things snowball from one little thought. I joined a Minecraft server recently (the Hatventures community server, to be exact), and while to Teamspeak with some of the mad and wonderful lads and lassies from the server, we were talking about a man who has received numerous art awards for pickling a shark and a horse or something. From there, I came up with the concept of a supervillian called The Pickler, became The Pickler on the server, started my own settlement called The Pickler’s Peak, and built a giant pickle jar. I became popular pretending to be a fictional character. Awesome, but also kind of sad. Makes me think no-one knows who I really am.

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I met with a girl of only 19 at a cafe the other day. A beautiful, talented, confident, vibrant young thing. Funny thing is, usually around girls like her, I would feel nervous, like I needed somehow to impress them. With her I was totally relaxed, despite being in the cold without my cold. Things I left with: A smile, a bag of crisps, a Dr. Pepper, hopefully a new friendship, comforting words about leaving here, and the flu she had. No regrets.

well, it’s not really a country song. To me it sounds like the sorta thing you’d hear in an wild west saloon or something. The genre is apparently called Dark Americana. I haven’t heard much, I only know two songs by this band, but so far it’s lookin’ good. Glad you liked the song!

Also, I almost forgot: Thank ya’ll kindly for following my blog! I gotta warn ya though, don’t expect much action here, since I rarely have something meaningful to say, and when I do, it’s always just my personal life.

It’s funny how a kind word from a random stranger can touch your heart more than a book’s worth of praise from a friend or relative. I’m glad I made you feel better, I was just being honest.

I look incredibly weird in a suit. Like a beanbag full of Jello in a dress shirt.

Though, this is what I look like last winter: http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166525_10150119430285928_574845927_7988277_4715961_n.jpg

I should take another picture soon before it gets too hot to wear this stuff again.

Haha, you’re the second girl I’ve met in the past week that dyed her hair blonde. I find that odd, but at the same time, it’s good to experiment every once in a while.