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A word about bronies.


So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite…

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Okay so basically there’s this lad called Stephen who lives in my town who has terminal cancer. He’s only nineteen, but his days are very numbered (he probably only has a couple of days left to live).

But what he has accomplished over this last year and half is more than most of us will achieve in a lifetime. He has been fundraising for Teenage Cancer Trust and has managed to raise a whopping £500,000, which is flipping amazing! One of his main goals was to try and raise £ 1,000,000 through his fundraising. And we’re trying to make that happen. The main way to do this is through his JustGiving page. Or if you live in the UK you can text Stephen to 70500 to donate £5.

It’s super easy to donate, you can give as much or as little as you like, and it’s to a really important cause. Most of us are 13 - 24, the age TCT really focuses on. There are so many people our age with such a terrible terminal illness, and it would be great to show our support to them.

It would be great if you could even the smallest of donations, but even if you can’t you can still help by reblogging this so as many people can help and spread the love that Stephen has spread trhoughout his short life. If you wanna see what a babe Stephen is have a peak on his facebook or twitter, to find more about what his fundraising is about.

Thankyou so much, I hope we can raise money for such a wonderful cause! :)

HE HAS RAISED OVER £250,000 IN LESS THAN 12 HOURS! Please help him reach his goal of £ 1,000,000, it would be fantastic!







Forgive me padre for I have siiiiiiinned

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whenever you’re in a situation where you need motivation just whisper “give ‘em the old razzle dazzle” to yourself and proceed to give ‘em the old razzle dazzle.




I decided to bleep out the lines on “I’m a Boss Ass Bitch” so I can listen to it properly in church. 


I had high expectations and I was not let down

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"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

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