I like to think that this is when Ron decided not to ever worry about exams again.

(via dailypotter)


queennubian:

note-a-bear:

missbananafish:

gingerish—gal:

Baby Elephants!

-high pitch screaming-

probably my favorite part of elephants is the fact that you’re literally seeing one of few species that not only is probably on par with human sentience/intelligence, but also ages, matures and has proven itself to have a fairly similar growing up process as humans.

So like, we see this largeish gamboling elephant baby, but you’re basically looking at a giant toddler.

the babies!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!

(via yunacolette)


Shining, Shimmering … Splendid lostboycosplay and thatprincessgirl from The Adventure Effect as DisneyBound Aladdin and Jasmine.

Photos by Timey Wimey Photography

(via disneybound)


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vintagelife50:

Ava Gardner, haha love her face

vintagelife50:

Ava Gardner, haha love her face

(via thefox-andthehound)


datunofficialdisneyprincess:

I’m in a long distance relationship with Disney world.

(via awondrousplacee)


Your mental health comes before school baby, always. If its midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.

Abbie Nielsen, Dear Future Daughter (via octobermoe)


Really needed this, especially since it’s exams week and my anxiety is overwhelming.

(via wolfmanssister)

Im going to tell my kids this.

(via perfectly-a-mermaid)

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hothprincess:

every high school movie portrays being a virgin as a bad thing

i really don’t get it 

& i really don’t appreciate it



buttlid:

wanna make a secret handshake it involves us touching our mouths together for three hours

(via britsandnoodles)


tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

(via hothprincess)