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jmarietee:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful

Reblog if you dont shave your legs everyday.

icanstopwheneveriwant:

ophelia-tagloff:

calgal48:

tro-yler:

lostincape-town:

my-herbal-journey:

I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.

Dude I don’t even shower everyday

^^^IM NOT ALONE

i have never shaved my legs everyday - never.

Everyday?
Who does that?
Twice a week. And that’s if I’m getting laid.

I shave my legs, like, maybe 4 times a year.

Purple: 10 facts about my room.
Blue: 9 facts about my family.
Green: 8 facts about my body
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
Orange: 6 facts about my home town.
Red: 5 facts about my bestfriend(s).
Pink: 4 facts about my parents.
White: 3 facts about my personality.
Grey: 2 facts about my favourite things
Black: 1 fact about the person I like.

(Source: keepitfr3sh)

thatqueerguitarginger:

mirahxox:

chocolateist:

yougurtandchocolate:

john-eggmcmuffin:

dancinghomestuckforever:

godtechturninheads:

i tried to take a picture damnit

annnnnd you are fucking adorable

AWE THAT WAS ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS IVE EVER SEEN YOURE A BAB Y

It’s like a fawn getting disappointed then getting happy. TOO ADORABLE

Did Pixar make you? Oh my lord

is this tinkerbell?

IF TINK AND PETER PAN HAD A KID THAT KID WOULD BE YOU.

Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.

Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

Marry me. We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than on the walls.

Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together.

Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.

let me love you forever, marry me (via the-psycho-cutie)
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