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Too many people are judgmental and closed minded. They call me a freak. They say I’m too old for toys. Too old to dress the way I dress. They say I’m creepy. And all I’m doing is dressing cute, collecting cute things, and trying to be happy. They don’t know my age. At what age do we magically grow up and drop everything and turn into boring, plain people? The answer is you never do. And I feel so sad and sorry for the people who believe there is a certain age and day and time in which you must become a “grown up” and like and do “grown up things” and you can’t like or do childish things ever. News fucking flash, you can be quite the adult and be into childish things all you want and it doesn’t make you immature or a freak or creepy (as long as it isn’t harmful to others). So I say to the people who say I’m a freak, stop being so boring.
I find it so unfathomably bizarre when people think that being a mature and responsible adult has anything to do with their personal tastes or pastimes.
More Halloween Pictures
My brother in his Halloween costume, a coffin, going down a slide at the park.
My halloween costume I wore. I cut the crud out of an ugly halloween store wig to make it look decent and yes those are bloody eyelashes. =3
Customized my Hello Kitty Rolly bag by giving her an N7 bow
Shadow Abbey - 13 Wishes
I’m gonna be pretty bummed if we don’t get a doll of her.