Also known as that asshole, Gianina.
This is the blog of a frustrated artist who is into painting, drawing, photography, graphic design, movies, music, ninjas, zombies, superheores, villains, and a large number of fandoms.
The owner of this blog is a Communication Arts graduate, a web and graphic designer, a geek, a fangirl, a homestuck, a weirdo, a creep, a super soldier, and a friend.
Born on September 22, 1991.
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(FOR THE RECORD: This probably happened because I’ve been spending so much time with Dianne, Katcar, and Guia and we girly talk about makeup and junk. This can’t possibly be the result of my obsession with the Avengers fandom, because if it was, I would have already raped everyone in my dreams a long time ago. So don’t go judging me for my Avengers post….Frankie. Yeah, I see you and your judging face.)
Anyway, his face was five motherfucking inches away from my face and he was talking — in a manly Hawkeye voice, in his manly Hawkeye costume — about how I should always brush my eyebrows instead of penciling them and how I should wear this kind of color on my eyes and etc. ect. And I remember feeling so nervous but it wasn’t because Renner was within grabbing distance. I remember he was talking about me going on a date and he was giving me tips. JEREMY RENNER GIVING ME TIPS ON DATING.
But before I could finish my dream the sun was was shining so fucking terribly bright and I had to wake up because I had to go to school and the entire commute was just spent wallowing in sadness over the fact that I can’t remember if I ever saw my date in my dream or not.
(Source: theicarustheory)
I CAN’T CONTROL THE SHIT I DO IN MY DREAMS KAT
bb y dint you rape him already omg i can’t believe you passed up an opportunity lyk dat