My name is Tempest 
and i wish i was an octopus. 
i blog fashion
cute things, movies, and fandom stuff. 
nothing scares me more than men who think they should have the legal right to say if a woman gets an abortion or not.
thats so fucking controlling and gross and terrifying. i feel sick that people believe they can control the body of someone else like that.
daily reminder that “highschool drama” doesn’t end at highschool, and you’re allowed to dislike and hate people who have fucked you over and hurt you. it doesn’t make you less mature. being a doormat isn’t maturity.
can we all take a step back and appreciate sailor moon and naoko takeuchi though?
naoko knew as a teenager that she wanted to be a manga-ka but her father didnt see this as a legit profession and she sent to college to become a pharmacist.
naoko was just 25 years old when she first made sailor moon. she had originally intended for it to be a one plot line manga.
and then sailor moon went from a few manga volumes to an empire spanning 18 volumes (20 of you include the sailor V prequel), 4 seasons of anime spanning 200 episodes, 3 animated films, 29 musicals with over 800 performances, a 49 episode live action drama, 9 video games and making onto the New York Times best seller list in 2011, as well as being translated and aired in countless countries and languages AND having a new anime in production.
There’s nothing else that can even come close to that.
if you chew loudly around me there is 80% chance i will go into a psychotic rage and shove whatever you’re chewing up your asshole.
deep down i think we all love shark tale more than finding nemo
i give up talking to boys yep im done for good this time im packing up my bags and taking the midnight train going anywhere
love me like i’m a thinly veiled metaphor for the american dream
because of The Matrix, i always make sure to hug my electronics once and awhile and tell them thank you.
you never know when we’ll have a machine uprising on our hands. i dont wanna be enslaved by my microwave.
i have this thing where if i am not an expert at something in 0.2 seconds i give up forever
im in a committed relationship with my clothes
