I'm Gail A, I'm 15, and I talk a lot. Or something.
Social justice free of charge, batteries not included

I think my patronus is an espurr

bagmilk:

*concerned white parent voice* sweetie don’t write on yourself you can get ink poisoning

hunterology:

So my friend went to go see The Day Of The Doctor in theaters and while she was there she told me the screen was having technical difficulties. When this occurred she told me a large portion of the Whovians in the crowd proceeded to pull out their sonic screw drivers and point them at the screen at which point the screen started working again. 

palesexuality:

why aren’t there friend pick up lines

pick up lines to make friends 

like

“hey thats a cute dress you know where it would look better? on nobody else 

because you’re a beautiful individual” 

horse-ebook:

darrynek:

*picks up banana* hello

your son. he is dead