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starksmash:

OMG REBLOG THIS & LOOK AT UR BLOG ITS COMPLETELY DIFERENT

Me

iM  CHIR YING BC THE WAY IT LOOKS ON YOUR BLOG SEND HELP

oh my

i dunt see it

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WHATTHE HELL.

…You had my curiosity…

[After]

WHAT THE JESUS FUCK IS THIS VOODOO?!

(I’ll try it

edit

WHAT)

how did you

WHAT

im so confused what is

wait oh

[after]
WTF!?!?!?!?!?! Someone get the fucking salt!

http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lliff9eOyl1qb3ygk.gif

Oh my god

how what why skjfhsdkfjh whoaushfkjf

this is adorable tho

I don’t see it

kit look at the window 

scribefindegil:

  • Mabel Pines chose love over fear and bet the whole universe on the word of a con man and won.
  • Mabel Pines didn’t get the summer romance she was looking for but in the end she was okay with that because she learned to love herself.
  • Mabel Pines thinks that every woman she meets is beautiful, including herself, and if you don’t understand how radical that is you’ve never been a twelve-year-old-girl.
  • Mabel Pines met a creature she idolized and it told her she wasn’t good enough and she punched it right in its smug stupid face.
  • Mabel Pines was terrified of growing up because of everything she might lose, and the narrative didn’t blame her or break her for feeling that way.
  • Mabel Pines cared more about friends and family than magic and mysteries and not only did the narrative validate that, her scrapbook ended up being the most important object in the show.
  • Mabel Pines is glitter and sweaters and cheesy pop songs and blurry group selfies and the biggest smile in the crowd and she’s also so, so, so much more.

This isn’t a “your fave could never” because those are weird and needlessly combative, but look, I know what kind of narratives girls get. I thought that my fave could never. And then she fucking did.

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