miserable and magical.

my name is pippa, i'm 19 and i'm a dancer. you should know that i'm spontanious and i swear about buses quite a lot. oh, and i get pretty obsessive over tv shows.

[imaginereality23]

[ganondilf]

Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?

[danceinthecitylights]

My writing when I was 5: The brown dog was friendly.

My writing when I was 14: The chestnut-colored Labrador, with streaks of gold in his soft, thick fur, was amenable to the concept of dolling out affection to his human counterparts.

My writing now: lol dog

[clairvoyantsam]

[nehaaya-deactivated20160311]

*eats you out as a friend*

[amerikkkanpie-deactivated201903]

Blows your back out as your homie

[thepoetspace-deactivated2014090]

Gotchu walkin funny as a testament to our friendship.

[revitiligo-deactivated20150118]

makes you cum in the spirit of comradery

[iknownothingisalliknow]

Got ur legs on my shoulders to show u how deep our friendship is

[chiefsimba-deactivated20140812]

hits it from the back to let you know im here for you

[mrcheyl]

Let’s you sit on my face cause I wanna be supportive.

[mrcheyl]

Makes you squirt cause I wanna bring out the best in you.

[thankyoumalia]

quietly NUTS ON YOUR FACE TO SHOW YOU WHERE IM COMING FROM

[car-crashhearts]

Picks you up and pins you against a wall to show you how supportive I am

[yourspecialeyes]

[moniacgeller]

[m3lodigression]

[cremblr]

This came into work today. I shortlisted it and displayed it on my cafe counter.

The back said something like “He is into BDSM. (Batman, Dragons, Star Wars, and Magic the Gathering).”

The first paragraph starts like this:

“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is fifty shades of messed up. Why is it so kinky and out of control? I need to stop sleeping with it wet. As I brush my long brown hair, the girl in the mirror brown eyes too big for her, stares back at me. Wait… my eyes are blue! It dawns on me that I haven’t been looking in the mirror—I’ve been staring at a poster of Kirsten Stewart for the past five minutes. My own hair is fine.”

my own hair is fine

oh my god where can i buy this

[andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels]

[nakanear]

I have read this book and I assure you it is literary gold.

[bri3395]

I’m on a mission now to find this book

[star-spangled-jackass]

here my friends who use $ and here my friends who use £

[sandbinamine]

Things to Imagine Your Ship(s) Doing

Them resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep.  Bonus if one half gets the other to run their hand through their hair and down their back.

Forehead touching.

Stroking one’s head in that way where their hand lingers on their cheek or jaw, and giving them a soft smile.  

Slow, shy kissing that eventually just ends up being really calming and nice to both of them.

One person doing or talking about something they enjoy greatly whereas their partner just stares at them with a small smile and slight laugh because wow what a cutie their partner is.

Hugs around the waist from behind and nuzzling their neck while talking as casually as ever.

Forehead kisses.

Playful arguing that leads to playful, harmless elbows shoving into their sides while they laugh at each other and themselves.

Gazing up at the night sky while laying down on theirs and pointing out different stars and holding hands and shifting closer to one another.

[johnnyjoestarrelatable]

[humanbeing-beinghuman]

“getting to know you” meme

[danceinthecitylights]

TIME AND DATE: May 25th, 12:28 am LAST THING I GOOGLED: tesco opening hours (for bank holls vodka) BIRTHDAY: July 23rd HEIGHT: 5′3″ FAVORITE COLOR(S): blue/green HOW MANY BLANKETS DO I SLEEP UNDER: one WHAT I’M WEARING RIGHT NOW: leggings and a grey sleeveless tshirt LAST BOOK I READ: you're the one that i want by giovanna fletcher FAVORITE BEVERAGE: apple juice/diet coke FAVORITE FOOD: anything that contains gluten (i’m not allowed gluten) LAST MOVIE I WATCHED IN THEATRES: mockingyay (pitch perfect 2 tomorrow!) DREAM VACATION: new york/disney/everywhere and anywhere DREAM WEDDING: small, cute with a MASSIVE flash mob because dancer and all that DREAM PET: cutest kitty cat that likes the cuddles DREAM JOB: pro dancer/musical theatre performer AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP A NIGHT: there was a time it was 0-2 but now i needs my 8 hours or i get cranky IF SOMEONE GAVE ME $1,000 RIGHT NOW I WOULD SPEND IT ON: dance shoes, leotards and tights because that shit expensive. and also a cheap holiday because need

[danceinthecitylights]

radio: doh

me: not again

radio: doh doh doh, doh doh doh

me: this is the 73rd time today

radio: doh doh doh, doh doh doh

me: THIS HIT THAT ICE COLD MICHELLE PFEIFFER THAT WHITE GOLD

[grace-is-a-virtue-deactivated20]

[chrlsty]

IM LAUGJING SO HARD the picture looks so sleek and professional with the lighting but ITS A SPOOKY DOG

[tastefullyoffensive]

[kloroformkandi-deactivated20160]

This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf

[thebusiness-blog]

always reblog

[pablomarques]

Some lilypad arduinos and some bend sensors on ballet shoes to try and generate graphics from the movements of a ballerina.

[princesconsuela]

[rbcages]

One. You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people. Two. She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away. Three. When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet. Four. In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her. Five. You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper. Six. You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via aurelle)

[actionables]

this took embarrassingly long to do, but here you go, your dash is snowing