rockingonthemoon:

ijustfakeit ha contestado a tu foto: Tumblr Crushes: unbreakablebow the-last-enemy …

I am right next to Viria, this can’t be right.

Yes it is!!! You’are amazing my lion girl <3 <3

LION GIRL

that sounds just about right

I reached the number a while ago, I was just lazy to draw anything to celebrate it, but I’m feeling like thanking all of you today, so yeah. I know it’s not a big number, but for the kind of stuff I post / the purposes I make this blog for, it is more than logically reasonable, I guess. I really don’t know what all of you expect from me or this blog, so I get a little bit anxious whenever I get a new follower because you know, I want to live up to the expectations ashjkl

However, I guess I’m not dissapointing anyone so far, since no one has ever unfollowed me, so I take it as a thumbs up.

ANYWAY, thank you, guys, I really appreciate you following me and of course you all are more than wellcome! I’m here for you, if you want to comment, ask, just chit chat a little bit, make requests… you know, the kind of stuff popular kids in Tumblr do…

I love you, ma babies! <3

heyitsnat replied to your post: To my handbag

Ey, nena, a mi se me rompió mi mochila exactamente igual y conseguí arreglarla, tal vez no esté todo perdido :D Inténtalo, que es una bolsita demasiado adorable como para dejarla abandonada y rota *w*

I know, I know, I’ll look for someone who can try and fix it, maybe not everything is lost! C:

There is this guy in my university whom with I share some of my classes, and since last year he eventually would come and ask something. He calls me by my name and talks to me like I have a freaking idea of who he is, which I don’t. Don’t get me wrong, the bloke is nice and all, I don’t mind at all his talking to me, it is just super awkward because I don’t even know his name and I keep wondering why or how the hell he knows mine. 

Usually it is always the other way round, people having no idea who the hell am I, so I feel a little bad for this… I think I’m going to investigate a little bit and get to know this boy’s name. So I can scream it to his face the next time he cames to ask something. Let’s see how he likes it. Gosh.

I WIN

In this kind of situations there is always a moment when there’s still a way back and that little voice in your head whispers: “Enough, leave it now or you’ll regret it!”, but I’m always like “LOL, no. “

There’s no such thing as “I can do it myself” when talking about haircuts, folks.