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evilrick-deactivated20181029

nigga if u think im gon carry my ass all the way back over there after i just gave you the damn squeaky you are sadly mistaken

therealsongbirddiamondback

At last, Hans has defeated Elsa.

thatsthat24

I would bottom for you

Good, cause I love the top bunk.

cindysmoon

dahliasheng

10.12 | 10.20

disneycavalcade

Zootopia tumblr headers | Credit is highly appreciated! (request here: x)

ladyncirs

A Journey of a Thousand Miles Must Begin with a Single Step. Happy New Year Everyone!

taylorswift

Oh hi, 2016!

@cristinasquyres

merhgurm

doin what I love, lovin what I do 💕

did-you-know

‘No-one can know exactly why or how the young wolf and bear became friends. I think that perhaps they were both alone and they were young and a bit unsure of how to survive alone.’

‘It seems to me that they feel safe being together, and so every evening met up for their dinner.’

'It’s very unusual to see a bear and a wolf getting on like this… It is nice to share rare events in the wild that you would never expect to see.’

'When I realised that no one had observed bears and wolves living near each other and becoming friends in Europe, I concentrated more and more on getting pictures to show what can happen in nature. Then I came across these two and knew that it made the perfect story.

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elsaneedstocometoflorida

I need to make a cute story out of this

chandelyer-deactivated20241003

fw15 couture details: Zuhair Murad

greelin

there’s no solid proof that kylo isn’t wearing a shirt that says “darth fucking vader” underneath everything

cupcakelogic

don’t ever watch movies with me

muldertorture-deactivated202104

@itsachristastrophe

itsachristastrophe

That last panel is Anakin’s disappointment in his flesh and blood seeping through his mask.

saltwaterandroses

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all. See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard. I like my definition better anyways.

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