I have recently reached my first 1k! I am so extremely grateful for all of you lovely individuals, and wanted to show my gratitude! So here is my first, of hopefully many, giveaways!
Prizes:
-Your choice of a translucent, green, or purple gemstone pendant necklace
-Your choice of bear or panda slippers (size 6-8)
-8 piece pink makeup brush set
-Your choice of black, pink, or blue striped knee highs (one size)
-My Neighbor Totoro plush shoulder bag
-A black cat eared knitted beanie
-A cat Kigurumi Onesie (sizes small-XL)
-One Pink Alpacasso (18 cm)
-Your choice of a black, orange, pink ,grey, or white Pusheen cat pillow (40cm x 30cm)
-One Elephant tea light candle
-Mini vinyl funko Walking Dead figure tin
-Mini vinyl funko Batman DC figure tin
-6 randomly scented bath bombs
-Tea Forte loose leaf tea sampler (chamomile citron, earl grey, english breakfast, ginger lemongrass, and green mango peach)
-4-5″ Sliced blue Agate gemstone with base
-A 3 inch pocket sketch book
-A Pro Art 18-Piece Pencil set
-Obsidian antique journal
-Tim Burtons Corpse Bride
-Coraline
-Japanese kit kat- Maccha green tea bag (4.91 oz)
-Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
-To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
-Your choice of a Xbox 360 or Ps3 $20 gift card
-Your choice of an ITunes or Google Play $10 gift card
*Since I know this giveaway doesn’t really have a theme, you have the choice to choose which of these items you’d like if you do not want all of them.*
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3. I’m willing to ship worldwide.
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Giveaway ends September 31st, 2015 at 12pm. And the winner will be chosen by a random generator. If the winner doesn’t get back to me in 48 hours a new winner will be picked.
I just want to say thank you again to all my followers and I hope everyone has a great day/night!
Pepper: I'm having 12% of a moment. Star-lord: I have 12% of a plan Pietro: I'm 12 minutes older than you Marvel's up to something... And it has something to do with number 12
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
when my friends ask me for relationship advice and i try to sound all deep and meaningful so they forget that i literally haven’t been in a single relationship????
A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.
Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)
When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.
Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.
Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.
Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.
Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.
