Miss Simple Complex

Come, friends! Journey with me as I pour my random and not so carefully chosen words on constant posts and venture deep into my ridiculous, fictional fantasies from the very heart and soul of my mind. No, this is not some wild propaganda to pay interest of my ridiculous thoughts, but to understand how much a single person can vent and rebel and liberate herself with the oh, so wonders of the internet. Read if you dare, and remember...I did warn you...WELCOME!

Info: Leslie, in her 20's and a writer and artist. I have two blogs, my picture re-blog blog and more or less, my "clips" blog. If you like stories, feel free to visit my second blog: storyclips.tumblr. I will blog stories, travel writing, experiences that are my own or of others. I hope you enjoy my efforts!
acxadental:

jaybarou:

harzilla:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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IT GOT BETTER THAN IT ALREADY WAS

acxadental:

jaybarou:

harzilla:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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IT GOT BETTER THAN IT ALREADY WAS

(via aiska-eien)

selenoscope:

reyairia:

70% of editing is just looking at ur work for a few hours with this face

image

true story

true for drawing

true for video editing

true for writing

just true

(via dauntlessintheend)

viivus:

Some smallish sketchbook watercolour studies! The odd brownish clumps in the first image are what gold ink looks like scanned. Normally I take photos when I use gold ink, but I didn’t really feel up to it today.

heittskomm:

Virginia: Should I take off my clothes? … And you?
Bill: Not tonight. I need to reacquaint myself with your body.

I need a mothafuckin moment.

(via smokeandembers)

aziraphalesneakers:

Can’t go over it.

Can’t go under it.

Can’t go around it.

Gotta go through it.

Trying to explain depression or anxiety to someone who’s never experienced it.

(via dancelikegroot)