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This is the joint blog of Izzy and Lizzy and will contain all things nerd.

Dec 10th at 12AM / via: haaaaaaaaaaytham / op: placebomurzyn / 69,464 notes

agentbartowski:

miss—davis:

davidthestrange:

raggedyandie:

death star sphere mold

If, for any reason, you ever need to get me a gift, this is an excellent idea.

(Source: placebomurzyn)


Nov 30th at 1AM / via: ineedaradio / op: 8ad-jokes / 22,637 notes

getthesaltnburn:

romanteek:

kaalashnikov:

vilaven:

octopluss:

ochtendgloren:

peachems:

8ad-jokes:

Who wants to take part in a little experiment for me?

I want to see how people measure up to the Kinsey scale, it’s a rating for sexuality.

http://vistriai.com/kinseyscaletest/

Fill in these (okay maybe somewhat weird) questions and add your result?
 

0.

2. Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual.

3.Equally heterosexual and homosexual.

3.Equally heterosexual and homosexual

X - Non Sexual

like we didnt see that coming

X - Non Sexual, as well.

5 - Predominantly homosexual, only incidentally heterosexual.

Interesting…

3.


thisusedtobeabookblog:

thegrandmicrocosm:

some-atoms:

Can I just say,

I do not watch Supernatural

I have never seen an episode of Supernatural

I don’t know exactly what it is about

I am a little confused as to all the ins and outs of death and satan and god and why the fandom likes them so much

But I have seen gifs

And gifsets that show parallels between episodes

And essays about the characters

And reaction posts

And I just want to say

I ship Destiel about as much as I’ve ever shipped anything.

Ever.

Like sometimes I see a gifset with them and I think it’s a fake because it’s so romantic. And then I realise it really happened. 

And I’m actually a little confused as to whether it’s canon?

we don’t know either tbh

^^^


Nov 14th at 9PM / via: / op: / tagged: cutter. cutting. self harm. sh. depression. / 193 notes
cutter-problems:



Feeling like crap when a two year old sees your cuts looks at them touches them and then says owee and kisses them

cutter-problems:

Feeling like crap when a two year old sees your cuts looks at them touches them and then says owee and kisses them


Guys, Destiny is a bad name for the CasxDeanxBenny 

emperorofanger:

It’s bad because you can’t track that shit on tumblr without getting every goddamn hipster blog there is

beanstiel, Denstiel or something, c’mon guys!


transcendantalismsm:

Rose went away

So the Doctor is blue.

Ask Donna, “Where’s the Doctor?”

She’ll reply, “Doctor Who?”

Sarah Jane, and Martha,

And now both the Ponds

Had their fun with the Doctor

And now they’ve all gone.

So ask me again

Why the TARDIS is blue:

There’s a sad man inside

With both hearts torn in two.


Sep 28th at 12AM / via: im-a-creationist / op: korroks / 25,413 notes

youknowyourebi:

karakuri-piero:

mayra-quijotesca:

tinyghostbones:







justanothermusliminthisummah:

Vote “No” for the poll on CNN regarding the decision of publishing images of the Prophet. It is at the bottom right at edition.cnn.com







for those who have no clue what’s going on
Islam doesn’t like it when you have images of anyone from their Koran because to them it’s like idol worship and they think it’s disrespectful
that’s why every mosque ever has beautiful tile-work of shapes and flowers and such instead of people
so voting ‘yes’ would be a huge disrespect to Islam

Bad news: ‘Yes’ is currently up to 69%. Everyone, signal boost and vote ‘No’.

We piss about people not respecting our religions, yet we’re totally okay with disrespecting another, just because we automatically assume “TERRORISM”???
THIS IS WHY NO ONE FUCKING LIKES US, AMERICA


shit it’s up to 70% yes PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VOTE NO AND SIGNAL BOOST

youknowyourebi:

karakuri-piero:

mayra-quijotesca:

tinyghostbones:

justanothermusliminthisummah:

Vote “No” for the poll on CNN regarding the decision of publishing images of the Prophet. It is at the bottom right at 

for those who have no clue what’s going on

Islam doesn’t like it when you have images of anyone from their Koran because to them it’s like idol worship and they think it’s disrespectful

that’s why every mosque ever has beautiful tile-work of shapes and flowers and such instead of people

so voting ‘yes’ would be a huge disrespect to Islam

Bad news: ‘Yes’ is currently up to 69%. Everyone, signal boost and vote ‘No’.

We piss about people not respecting our religions, yet we’re totally okay with disrespecting another, just because we automatically assume “TERRORISM”???

THIS IS WHY NO ONE FUCKING LIKES US, AMERICA

shit it’s up to 70% yes PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VOTE NO AND SIGNAL BOOST


occupymalfoysbed:

http://nerdsforobama.org

occupymalfoysbed:

http://nerdsforobama.org


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The boy sat in an awkward position. Not knowing where exactly to place his hands. His back arched, his knees straight ahead but they were not firm. His hands fiddled in his lap. His right hand was palpitating his left, tracing all the bones and ligaments.

This was the boy. He never tried to appear like something he was not. He never really tried for anything. He was passionate, but he couldn’t express it. It was all in his mind waiting to be released. A pressure constantly building and waning, until finally one day it exploded.
He was left emotionless. Staring. Not quite sure what he was exactly picturing, but he kept staring. Not blankly, but not quite focusing on the images before him either. He was stuck. Not sure how to feel or why he should feel at all. His heart had been broken and now he was broken. Broken and alone.

It took some time to finally realizing what was happening. Numerous thoughts in his head. They were circling like birds of prey, trying to scavenge a feast. Or a home. But no one wants these thoughts to find a home. They dig; dig into the farthest reaches of your brain and they lay seeds. These seeds produce offspring. These offspring produce more and more, until you’re left with this parasitic monster that not only has control of your body, but of your life.

In the end you want to kill yourself. You’re done crying. You’re done feeling sad. You’re done feeling useless. You just want the abuse to stop. But you keep crying. You’ve cried so much you wonder if only those tears would have been blood. So you can leak out and life would be over. But you don’t bleed out. Life goes on. You still cry.

But this isn’t a cry for help. You can’t stand help. All you want is to be left alone. Because when you’re left alone, you don’t feel guilty for being sad. You don’t feel guilty for wanting to kill yourself. You don’t feel much at all.

But this emptiness. It follows you. It haunts every bone and ligament. And like a fog, it never lets you see clearly. Never lets you truly see the beacons of lights calling out to save you. Because maybe you don’t want to be saved? Maybe you’re done fighting all the losing battles in life. Maybe you’re done with feeling like your worthless or underappreciated. Maybe you’re just sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Whether you lost love. Love lost you. Or love stayed with you and no one loved you back. Depression hurts. It’s like an invisible knife that is stuck in you and constantly being twisted over flesh that is raw. Raw from all the pain and suffering you had to endure. All the pain you had to keep a brave face for. Because you couldn’t show weakness. You didn’t want to be that broken bird anymore.

This is what I wish I could tell you it feels like. This is what you caused. But it would be wrong. Because it’s not just you. This déjà vu. It happens all the time.

And I’m sorry I left you. Sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stick by you any more. But I’m too weak. I’m too cold. I’m beaten. You’ll never know the extent that your actions truly made me feel. And I wish that you never feel this way.

I wish that you find someone who will love you more then I can. And you will love them back. Because if you ever feel like I do, you’ll be a lost cause. You’ll be another zombie, forced to roam the streets with no purpose. Already dead on the inside. Waiting for the final curtain to finally draw.

This is what depression feels like.

Kevin Vianna. (unedited)

September 21, 2012.

16 degrees, overcast, rain.

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