She/Her. I still like things I liked in 2014, and I’m liking them unapologetically.

digitaldiscipline:

avon-vila:

arceusbeta:

butch fatale

She walked into my office with the swagger of a racecar pit crew boss. From her steel toed boots to her safety glasses, this dame was giving me forklift certified vibes strong enough to shake me loose from my classic depression laced with alcoholism.

her carabiner jingled with keys to four speakeasies, two u-hauls, and a thousand broken hearts.

shybi-n-ready2cry:

fandomsandfeminism:

Is there anything sadder than the little chunk of Kikis Delivery Service when Kiki says “I used to really like flying before it was my job” and then gets so burned out that her magic stops working and she cant talk to Jiji anymore and she tries so hard to FORCE the magic that she breaks her mothers broom and stays up all night, alone, trying to make a new one and crying?


And I know it is all ok in the end- Kiki has friends who look out for her and she takes care of herself and finds her place.

But fuck, those 20 minutes just hurt my heart so much.

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inthetags:

reblog and put your “soap and candles” gift in the tags, like the simple thing someone can get you if they don’t know what to get you that you will always be excited about