Welcome! Gal is a 23-year-old Malaysian physiotherapy student, with a head of probably a 17-year-old's likes, loves, and interests, and this here's an all-sorts-of-things-blog, from personal posts to fandom reblogs (foreword of warning: MULTIPLE AND SECONDHAND FANDOMS, and when I'm in a hurrying mood, I tend to leave posts untagged), but you can generally deduce that I pretty much love the following:ISLAM, ANIME, MANGA, READING, WRITING, DRAWING, FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, MOTIVATIONAL POSTS, HARRY POTTER (BOOK AND MOVIE VERSIONS), SHERLOCK HOLMES (SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE'S, BBC AND MOVIE VERSIONS), LEGEND OF KORRA, RISE OF THE GUARDIANS, THE HOBBIT (MOVIE VERSION), GAME OF THRONES (TV VERSION, KUROSHITSUJI, FINAL FANTASY, KINGDOM HEARTS, DRAGON BALL/Z/GT, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, SCORPIONS...
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Aw, thanks so much, anon! I really appreciate it :D. I’ll be sure to spread the love around ;E.
She was a metamorphmagus so she had the power to change herself into like the most gorgeous woman ever, but she didn’t. Instead she gave herself this bright-ass-pink hair and changed her looks to please herself, not to please others. You go, Tonks.
one time when i was younger i had some of that no tears shampoo and i wanted to see if it was legit so when i was in the shower i squirted it into my eye and i think i went blind for like three days
i think you may be a bit retarded because no tears meant like no tears in your hair; no tangles….
Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought no tears as in crying too
MY LIFE IS A LIE
when someone draws something just for you
no matter how many times i see this i still crack up
I obnoxiously racebended les amis so I could think about a Tianenmen Square 1989 AU and cry for a decade
(i have not read the Brick yet so all my knowledge of most of these characters come from fanfic and fan synopses, please forgive! feuilly and bahorel in particular do not have very notable presences in the fanfic i’ve read, so i just tried my best. also i know it’s really weird to label chinese kids w/ french surnames but i’m really bad at chinese names OTL but i couldn’t leave them unlabled because…im really bad at character design…I’M GOMEN)
Courfeyrac’s hair and expression! Gavroche! Joly! All of them :)
This photograph is worth 1000 times more than a picture of a bottle of nail varnish or food etc. Only about 10 of my followers will reblog this, and the rest will not. It won’t spoil your blog. God bless him!
sometimes I get frustrated because you can’t put numbers in caps
am I screaming?
you’ll never know
No, but I imagine if you really want to emphasize the numbers and have a bit of a knowledge of manual manipulation of HTML coding, you could change it to a different font size :E .
but why would you graffiti the quadratic formula
some thugs just want to watch the world learn
I REMEMBER HAVING TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN JUST TO GO:
when i was in grade 6 our principal came into our classroom and had us all brainstorm what the word “several” meant and he wrote down all the definitions we came up with on the board but never told us which one was right and now here i am six years later still wondering how fucking much several is
i suppose you could say there were several answers
This man was driving me across Tehran yesterday, when I learned that he’d lived for 8 years in America— incidentally on the same STREET as me in Georgia.
He first crossed into the United States from Mexico— paying $1,500 to be transported across the border. He wanted to go to University and be a dentist, but learned that the idea of America was much more bountiful than the reality. He worked at a factory job for 8 years, without ever being able to get a drivers license. He wasn’t able to find a foothold in society. After 9/11, he said things got much tougher for Middle Eastern immigrants. “I had a great passion for the American people,” he said. “When 9/11 happened, I had no money, so instead I gave my blood.”
Five years ago he spent a night in jail for driving without a license. He decided he was tired of being nervous all the time, and he went all out for a green card. When he was turned down, he returned to Iran.
His fee for a 45 minute taxi ride across Tehran was only $6. I paid him the rate he’d have received in America, and asked for his photograph. He was the kind of man I most admire. The kind that realizes you get one shot at life, and risks everything to make the best of it. I was sorry it didn’t work out for him.
“It was my destiny,” he said. He didn’t sound like he believed his own words though.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“Yes. I met my wife when I returned to Iran.”
“Well there you go,” I said.
As I prepared to take his photograph, he made one request: “Don’t photograph me with the taxi,” he said, “it’s a low class job.”
“It’s not a low class job,” I said. “It’s the job of people who take huge risks so their children can be lawyers and surgeons.”