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So these things happened on Twitter and I’m now dead from bliss.
Running around Wondercon with ladybuglloyd as Felicity Smoak has been pretty great.
THIS IS THE FREAKING PICTURE THAT THE ARROW WRITERS RETWEETED THAT I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT UNTIL THAT GIRL CAME UP TO ME AND WAS LIKE “YOUR THE ARROW GIRL THE WRITERS TWEETED ABOUT!” And then I was DEAD!
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You can dress me up and take me out, but I’m still completely immature and childish. I have a bow for a penis. He-he-he.
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I feel like I’m having a mid-life crisis twenty three years early or a quarter life crisis two years too late. I don’t know what I’m doing with myself anymore, in any subject… Love, Work, Social… Are there any other subjects of life? If there are, I’m lost in those as well. I don’t write any more, well I am now but this doesn’t count. I use to spit out works of fiction thrown together from the cobwebs of my mind daily or at the very least weekly… I didn’t finish 80% of them but the point was I still did something. Now I just waste away. I sit in my apartment and look at my cat judgingly (is that a word? I feel it is but spell check seems to think otherwise) as I take pictures of her being stupid. Why are you so happy, cat? I literally SnapChat drew her as the Green Arrow with the caption “You have failed this citty.” I’m pretty sure I’ve hit rock bottom on the #firstworldproblems scale. I get my life could be worse. I could be dirt poor, homeless, have literally no one, could be bed-ridden with a horrible illness… I’m in decent health, with a good paying job, living on my own and (more importantly) supporting myself in a decent apartment in Los Angeles yet I just feel so unhappy. I feel lonely. Dead inside. I do the same things every single day. And it’s my fault… I’m too lazy to change it. I wake up, eat, play video games, audition for things, work, work out at the gym, poke my cat, lay in bed and gaze at the ceiling or a laptop until I’m bored enough to just pass out. My self esteem has gone to shit, which is surprising based on how I hide it I guess. Maybe it’s not even that… I still think I’m awesome but then I just have random crippling issues of self doubt. TOO LONG DIDNT READ I NEED TO MAKE FRIENDS OUT IN LOS ANGELES BECAUSE I AM BECOMING SO FUCKING ANTI-SOCIAL AND BORING AND HATING MYSELF. THE END.
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Am I the only one annoyed by this? And I’m not speaking of the “You can’t marry a man you just met” part but the “about damn time, Disney” part. Your ground breaking empowering movie about how you can’t just fall in love with and end up with someone you just met… Is a movie where the main character basically ends up with someone she just met and spent a day with? Shit. I’m pretty sure it’s the fastest any character has ended up with someone. Anna and Kristof spend literally a day together. Least most other “Princesses” spent weeks or months getting to know the other person. Hell even Ariel spent a few days courting Eric.
I try to live by this.
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Who ever does Community gifs, can I get one of this scene and the one with me clapping after? Yes that is me in the hoody. I WANT A GIF OF MYSELF GOD DAMN IT!
Oh Bo =)
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Life Update. California is growing on me. I’ve adopted a cat (Artemis), made some great friends, started costuming and props again, and worked on my favorite show. Look for me in season five. I’m pretty happy.
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