It's Always Six O'Clock Now

Hey! My name is Tea and I'm a Swedish, purple-haired, 24-year old bookworm dual-wielding bachelor's degrees in criminology and english.

I love silver rings, shiny leggings, teapots, fairytales, long walks and weird discussions. I'm an internationally published alt/pinup model & stylist, and I'm the female half of Ashbury Heights since 2013... Which means that I sing and string pretentious words together in confusing ways. This blog is where I post random stuff and the occasional photo shoot. Especially the too-body-loving-for-facebook ones.

You can find me on FB at facebook.com/InsaniteaTime for modelling etc, and facebook.com/AshburyHeightsOfficial for my band.


I'm also an occasional burlesque performer, a sharkie and an INTJ.

My home is mostly comprised of toy dinosaurs, books and teapots. This blog might suffer the same fate.

nubbsgalore:

honduran white tent bats roosting under a heliconia leaf, which they sever down the length of its midrib to create a ‘tent’ that provides a waterproof shelter and protection from potential predators. 

(via theproserpina)

merster98:

avatargrimes:

systemofadowny:

forsciencejohn:

love-megz:

annetdonahue:

The importance of consent: a narrative.

I will forever reblog this gifset.

look at how badass she is though i mean some of it gets on her too and doesn’t even give a fuck

She pours hot liquid on her own leg she’s that badass.

fire cannot kill a dragon.

that last comment omg

(via mindfullof-art)

radicalrebellion:

feministcaptainmorgan:

baronsledjoys:

firecannotkillafitblr:

This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him

That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.

One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.

When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”

And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.

Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.

(via awkward0w1)

churchvan:

if your boyfriend doesn’t worship your butt then he’s a lame and i’m very sorry you have to deal with that

(via plantchick)

Life right now is pretty much made up of two things: Recording vocals and then feeling all of the angst about a) the vocals I just recorded or b) the vocals I haven’t recorded yet.

Model: insaniteatime
Photo: josefinejonsson
Ears: Sarah Burchill
Catsuit: Alicia Zenobia

There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.