Troll, Female, 9.63 Sweeps, Jade, United Kingdom.
“I’ve seen your face before— the pale tree showed you to me many times.”
“That’s why I’ve asked to meet you, Kanaya- I believe our paths may closely intertwined. I have a special task for you, if you decide to take it.”
“Of course I will. It feels as if I know you— as if it’s my responsibility to aid you.”
“But is that what your dream means, to you? A burden?”
how pretentious can I get ahahah HAVE SOME SYLVARI!! Maryams up first, and the ancestors are a big deal— sylvari get memories from others of their kind while they grow in the pale tree, so when they “hatch” they already have certain people, places and events they know very well. It’s pretty exciting to meet people who were prominent in your dream, especially if they’re as cool as Dolorosa. Hot dang. Be cool, Kanaya, BE COOL.
The so-called “king leopard” pictured above was captured on a camera trap in the Parambikulam forests of the Palakkad district of Kerala, India, in July of 2012. The strange coat pattern is likely the result of a genetic mutation, similar to that of the more commonly-recognized king cheetah of Africa.
Following the stunning discovery of a “strawberry”-colored leopard earlier in 2012, this is the second unique genetic aberration documented among these cats last year alone.
here you are, girls.
if they want us to protect ourselves then we goddamn will. (x)
omg the lipstick knife gimme.
I want all of this shit, the only thing I wonder is where to put these within reach. Like two of the things could be a necklace, the brass knuckles could work as rings….
Do they come in purple…?
Can I have all of these please?
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
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