Kristoff doesn't trust your judgement

The name is Jordan. I'm currently 18 years young and an art history major. I like superheroes, mutants, wizards, anything not natural..oh and impalas. You can see more in depth in my about section if that suits your fancy.

Basically, my blog is a clusterfuck of fandoms and cute/funny things.

If you follow me I automatically love you. I don't care if you follow me or not, feel free to come talk to me anytime if you need to get something off your chest or want a friendly person to talk to.

My Wattpad: XxjordygirlxX


I don’t get these posts that go like “part of me wants to be a hot girl at the bar and the other part of me wants to read and sip tea in a bookstore”

like you can wear red lipstick and a leather jacket and sip tea and dance in the rain and go to the gym and curl up in bed and get turnt the fuck up and go to church

you can literally have it all sis

the world is yours

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some guy on facebook tried to tell me that kat dennings’ boobs aren’t good because she’s overweight. like if that isn’t the most perfect rack/bod you’ve ever seen then get the fuck out of my face.

I never understood jerkoff dudes who think big boobs “don’t count” if the person attached to them is overweight. Like…what do you think big boobs on skinny people are made of? Air? Cotton candy? The souls of the innocent??


As a ginger, my boobs are definitely made of the souls of the innocent

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Books that people read romantically but shouldn’t because they’re missing the point:

  1. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
  2. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
  3. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

That’s your opinion.

there’s nothing romantic about a pedophile rapist, the senseless murder-suicide of teenagers because families can’t get their shit together or the hypocrisy of the roaring 20s


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Ok looks like it’s venting time because I can’t seem to sleep.. (Sorry I can’t do the read more thing because I’m on my phone and I can’t find a button for that on here)

So I’m leaving for college on Friday, this Wednesday/Thursday is running around packing and saying goodbye to everyone before I’m gone for months time, which is supposed to be a time of sentiment and happy memories to think about.

Well today I got one of the shittiest days I’ve had in a very long time.

If any of you remember some of my past mother related posts, you’ll know that its no surprise that my crap day was mostly due to my mom screaming at me and making me feel like complete shit. Her tactic is to act like she wants to hear what’s bothering me and then the minute she doesn’t like what she’s hearing she turns it around to try and make me feel bad about expressing how I’ve felt. Well there’s an alcoholic for you, narcissistic, victim complex.

I can’t even begin to describe what the fight was about because I’m choosing to try and not think about it, but basically at one point I started to say how even though she’s feeling atoned for her mistakes it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still hard for me considering I was basically left without a mother for my entire senior year(which is awfully bad timing) and I’ve been dealing with her shit for 13 years. 13 fucked up, undeservedly hard years.

Then to top it off I ended up accidentally leaving my good friend out of some plans I made with my other really good friend. I was completely unaware that it was hurting her feelings and get a call later with her freaking out and making me feel awful. Not before I get a little snarky side-comment, that was completely off topic, about not saying thank you for a bag of coffee she gave me quickly when I dropped by her house to get it, because she had asked me to.

Keep in mind this is all in one day so I’m a bit frazzled and distracted by the time I get to picking up the coffee otherwise I obviously would’ve said thank you. Although she seemed to think it was contributed to the way I was raised as if I just don’t know better (but she “doesn’t want to start a fight”).
I could honestly go on a whole other rant about how rude she’s been to me lately but then we’d be here all night and there’s no point.

So basically right now I feel like I’m being berated on all sides about what an awful person I am when I need my own comfort (I have a really tough time showing my emotions on the outside but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel them, my mother and best friend should know that but I guess I just have to deal with what I’ve got). I know I shouldn’t get caught up in it but it’s really fucking hard when you’re sitting alone in the dark and it all comes rushing to the front of your mind.

And now I’m crying again hah.

I had a really great second to last day.

Sunset picnic on the beach with the lovely @jillifishes who is coming to college with me in my suitcase, okay? Okay.
#bittersweet #finaldays #imstartingtothinkaboutit #irefusetoleavethisone #sappypostsshallcome

the avengers + tumblr text posts part 2 (part 1)

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instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture

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Fashion is one of the very few forms of expression in which women have more freedom than men. And I don’t think it’s an accident that it’s typically seen as shallow, trivial, and vain. It is the height of irony that women are valued for our looks, encouraged to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental… and are then derided as shallow and vain for doing so. And it’s a subtle but definite form of sexism to take one of the few forms of expression where women have more freedom, and treat it as a form of expression that’s inherently superficial and trivial. Like it or not, fashion and style are primarily a women’s art form. And I think it gets treated as trivial because women get treated as trivial. What’s more, there’s an interestingly sexist assumption that often gets made about female fashion — namely, that it’s primarily intended to get male attention and male approval.