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eccentrics-trish:

I bought this suitcase for $5, at a local thrift shop, it was in nice shape and is a Sears Featherlite (my Mom had a powder blue one when she was younger), but when I opened it the stench of mold was awful, I bought it anyway thinking I could maybe get rid of the mold…Well as you can see I could not get rid of the mold, it was invisible mold apparently because I saw none, but the smell was headache inducing and almost nauseating. So I decided I would disassemble the suitcase and make a custom one using the frame and some fabric I have ordered, and when I have finished I will post that process as well…


~Trish

GUYS

maybewordsmith:

justplainsomething:

schnickledooger:

believeinprongs:

Can you imagine Fred’s face when he’s in heaven and realizes that Prongs is Harry’s dad?

“THE LITTLE SHIT NEVER TOLD ME THIS.”

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Finally a post about Fred’s death that made me genuinely smile^^

Also, Lupin. His goddamn teacher was Mooney the whole time. Oh, and Wormtail was the family rat. So yeah, Harry’s going to get such an earful after he actually dies.

A whole world of ear related humor and you go with earful?

All of them…but the last made me laugh so hard!!!!

s0mething-rad:

fuckyeahrainbowhair:

fallingfate:

rapeculturemakesmeangry:

This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.

I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.

an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.

Seriously if you see this and don’t reblog it, I have NO respect for you

I think that they covered it

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

This is amazing…
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thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

This is amazing…

This year July has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. This happens once every 823 years. This is called money bags. So copy this and money will arrive within 4 days. Based on Chinese Feng Shui, the one who does not copy, will be without money. Figured I’d pass this on!

thatlukepiercing:

astro-nave:

MONEY.

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Only reblogging because I’m a greedy bitch who wants money.

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Hey doesn’t hurt to reblog ya knoww and if money is involved….

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My mom’s paycheck arrives in 4d days, THIS SHIT WORKKSS

chinese feng shui knows about tumblr ? image

brunetteinferno:

OMG I didnt notice until today.I reblogged this and got 10 dollars :D

got to pay for stuff somehow so why not. 

forever reblog

haha I got money today!!! 

Show me the moneyyyy!

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MONEY MONEY MONEYYYYYY!

MONEYYYYY

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