I'm an 18 year old blogger who daydreams too much and is in no way, shape or form, normal. The little things make me happy. Music is my passion. Books are my second passion. I'm honest to a fault. There's nothing wrong with being honest and if someone decides to judge me, so be it. If you read this, even a sentence or two of this, thank you. I mean it. Seriously.
Blog Started: April 24, 2011
Imagine Person A nuzzling noses with Person B as a way to wake them up.
waiting for my friend to come out of the midterm so i dont get murdered/raped/kidnapped on the way back our cars
sometimes i really hate being a fucking girl because im so fucking paranoid
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via theglasschild)
are u fucking kidding me what the fuck is wrong with interviewers these days
nonononono what is wrong is not how close they are or whatever
he’s asking chris evans to objectify scarlett right in front of her, that’s fucking disgusting
Yeah, but Chris’s answer, the elbows? Is hilarious, IMO.
Chris’ answer is him clearly trying to diffuse the situation. look at his face in the first gif when Scarlett looks at him, he’s like “Yeah, I know that was super sexist I’m sorry this happened but I’ll try to make it better. Okay, here we go… ELBOWS.”
And then Scarlett is clearly playing along in order to resist the urge to get out of her seat and roundhouse kick the interviewer.
Stoick: Turns out all we needed was a little more of… this.
Hiccup: You just gestured to all of me.
(you might need to adjust your speaker/ headphones)
Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
been trying to explain this for forever
warm, melty carmel
i wanna hug someone and roll around w them in my bed and bury my face in their chest and smell them and jus feel their arms around me
|Anonymous asked: percabeth, soulmate au where your soulmate's first words to you are written somewhere on your body (P.S. I REALLY REALLY LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog and your fics)|
These are the words that appeared on Annabeth Chase’s skin when she was just over one month old, and have remained there ever since. It’s safe to say that her parents were not best pleased; already developing an opinion of the person their daughter was going to spend her life with years before they would meet him. Her step-mother wrangled a Band-Aid onto the skin on the inside of Annabeth’s wrist, covering the two not-so-innocent words, every morning until Annabeth was thirteen and blank-point refused to let her. Her step-mother only gave up arguing when Annabeth confessed that she had been removing the Band-Aid as soon as she got to school since she was seven.
They are her soul mate’s first words to her, she has always insisted, she shouldn’t have to hide them.
And okay, they’re not the grandest of first words, but she could be far worse off. Like Justin Kelly, whose words (Do you have change for a dollar?) disappeared in seventh grade and he was left with nothing but a blank patch of skin; or Holly Abbott, who had been born with a blank wrist. Or even the many people Annabeth had met with the words Hi, Hello, or Hey on their wrist. Like, how many people do you meet for the first time and say hello to? At least hers narrows it down; she’ll definitely know when she meets her soul mate.
But it hasn’t happened yet.