christine u are going to make this dork cry
They’ve forgotten her, you know. They’ve made her into some kind of a symbol and forgotten that she was a human being, as real as you reading this, with hopes and dreams and blah, blah, blah. Useless to tell you that now, I suppose. Nothing can change her back now from something made out of newsprint into a person. But she was, and she hurt. More than any of us probably knew, she hurt.
—Stephen King, Carrie
I bet you didn’t think you needed a photo of Ming-Na Wen wearing a Mulan bathing suit?
But you did.
You really did.
That’s it, I’m dead.
so my cat broke the sound system
he’s been breaking so much shit lately and acting hella bratty like wtf Marty what’s ur damage
"Beth?" Alex called out. "Beth? It’s me, Alex. Come on out." Beth was silent. He kept his patience as he walked slowly around the outside of the empty school building.
There Beth sat, her head hidden under her arms. Her shoulders seemed to shake. Alex walked slowly to her and knelt beside her.
Beth patted the middle of her neck. She opened her mouth and no sound came out.
"You lost your voice?" Ghost frowned. Beth held up her arm and moved it side to side. "Sort of. What happened?" Beth bit her lip, thinking of how to tell what happened. She then grinned, and slid off one of her pale blue gloves. She shoved it into her jean pocket, as she sat on the floor and made two tiny snow piles.
"Oh, Beth, don’t make snow in the house," he groaned, "It’ll melt and it will—". Beth held up a hand to stop him. She made now tiny pile turn into a snowman that slightly resembled Merhib, with waved hair and a thin body. The second was smaller with a ponytail. Most likely, it was her.
talking to another bisexual/pansexual person like