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Seiser Alm

[welcometoyouredoom]

[wild-hearts-run]

The new Beauty and the Beast looks great.

[hclark70]

and her dress looks MUCH better

[bob-belcher]

Sixteen years ago today, Cosmo had an idea. 

[bob-belcher]

On this exact day, Cosmo had an idea. You can only reblog this today. 

[runbeforewedisappear-deactivate]

[cozylittleartblog]

what have I done

[kelll-y]

Washington is a magical fairy kingdom

[triforce-princess]

[ndudhahkzjsiskzk-deactivated202]

In case u didn’t know I love my pikachu hoodie

[jieunway]

[lilyadoreparis]

La Pleine Lune sur Paris. The Full Moon over Paris.

[4r4be11a]

paris!!!

[hannahhillam]

QUEEN OF BLANKETS

[norseminuteman]

The Rock was genetically engineered to be a scary shredded mofo.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

Dwayne Johnson’s Dad; Rocky Johnson 

Dwayne Johnson’s Grandfather; Peter Maivia 

Bonus: Dwayne Johnson and Andre The Giant. 

[danguy96]

So, The Rock’s family is basically kind of like the Joestar family in terms of their members becoming shredded?

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

Can’t wait for part 6 when we get the shredded Johnson daughter.

[dennybitte]

before it was dark

by Denny Bitte

[thoughts-memories]

[thoughts-memories]

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You know, sometimes randomly I think about the women I have loved, or thought that I have loved. I imagine what we could be doing had things gone differently, vacations we could be planning, new homes we could be purchasing. I remember the sting of rejection, the pain of heart brake, the drowning sorrow of knowing my partner had been unfaithful. I think about the numerous ways the relationships could have ended and wonder to myself “why did they take this particular turn?”

Because it wasn’t meant to be, is the short answer. But sometimes I delve deeper into thought and wonder: at what point did love die? Was I the one who killed it? Or was it simply not strong enough to continue drawing breath in this world?

I’ve loved vain self absorbed women, I’ve loved ditzy unreliable women, I’ve loved dorky incredibly awkward women. All of which ended in varying degrees of heartache, some minor with others being crippling. It makes me appreciate the partner I have now.

But that’s the real problem. I don’t feel much of anything anymore. Of course I care about her, but the thought of not having her, or anyone really, doesn’t bother me... And that scares me. I feel like my heart has hardened over the past few years. Partially due to my negative experiences, partially due to my own reluctance to open myself up.

I don’t want to be an unfeeling stone, but I don’t think I’m capable of feeling to the extent that I once did :/ maybe that’s for the best. I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve, and every time I tried to show that heart to someone, they’ve injured it. It’s my own fault, really. Naivety has always been one of my biggest flaws. I’ve always been overly hopeful and trusting. But trust has to be earned, I suppose. 

I don’t know what I thought I’d achieve by typing this. I guess I just needed to write out what I was thinking. So to those that actually read this, thanks for listening.

[witchy-bitchy-cunty]