I am the smol that will try to fight you and then immediately freak out and apologize for days

kisupure:

a-lonely-macrophile:

ask-giantess-lover:

thebookblr:

jameshoffer:

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.

Okay I’m gonna add more meaningful colors because this list is inadequate.

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.

MAROON = You taught me something new. 

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. 

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. 

Cyan = I want to shrink you

Beige = I want to be your tiny

Steel = You look delicious!

Lime = Please eat me!

Gold = Let me cuddle your cheek, Giant one!

Silver = Cuddle me, tiny 0u0

Please do!! Especially that last section….

TAUPE = I’d keep you as a pet to take care of you
OLIVE = I’d keep you as a pet to fuck with you
HEATHER = Own me please!
SIENNA = You bring out the sadist in me
UMBER = You bring out the masochist in me
GUNMETAL = I love your art/writing!
SLATE = I wish you’d draw/write other stuff…

(Source: omgreblog-blog)

renirabbit:

 I love them because:

• a “like” in a post that took me time makes my day
• a *hugs* when I’m sad can make all the difference
• the effort to go on my ask box and talk to me makes me feel like I’m worth of something
• And because when you reblog something and fangirl with me I don´t fell so alone

So thank you for following me

mairzydotes:

i don’t think people understand that people can ‘love’ you and not actually love you

like my grandmother ‘loved’ me, but she also was always trying to change me.  she tried to take me away from my (catholic bisexual) mother.  she made me wear dresses when i was there.  she always tried to get me to go to church and was always asking me if i was dating a boy yet

i spent years feeling guilty that i wasn’t what she wanted me to be until my mom told me one day “she never bothered to know the real you”

and it’s true.  any time i tried to show her something about myself, even cook for her, it would be dismissed, and a replacement would be offered.  even northern food was somehow a sin.  

she loved me what she thought i should be, she never loved me.  

bc people who love you, they love you for all the stuff that makes you you.  they never consider that it makes you inconvenient.

(Source: mairzymarzipan)