Expectations :
REALITY :
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Name is Hades, Lord of the Dead. Hi, how ya doin’?
I love this movie. He is one of my favorite Disney Villains EVER
Not the most original idea, but I thought it was clever so I gave it a try.
My inspiration came from this guy ——> burnt-vagina.tumblr.com
IM SQUEALING
scREAMINGSKJEV
IM PEEINVWVCNKQWRJCBW
LKSDJGLSKDJ WHY IS THIS BACK SLDKJSDLKFJSLDKF
i can’t decide which would be more uncomfortable
sleeping naked on a leather couch in the middle of summer when your air conditioning is broken
or a date with miranda cosgrove
Anyone can say nice things to you. Anyone can tell you what you want to hear all day long until you’re blue in the face. Anyone can tell you how beautiful and amazing you are. Anyone can make promises. Every person has the ability to tell someone the sweetest things to get them by. But you know what, actions speak louder than words. Point blank.
Yes please.
Anyone?
Nope.
kbai.
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
THIS FUCKING THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS Slskjdhalkjsdfasdf
Trying to lick your lips.
Expecation
Reality
Giving your crush a sexy look:
Expecation
Reality
Walking through a club:
Expectation
Reality
When you run into your ex:
Expectation
Reality
Dancing:
Expectation
Reality
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
Bless this<3
AWESOME STORY!
And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.
But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.
this is amazing
Reblogging every time this comes on my dash.
this is so beautiful to me I just cant
PERFECTION!
I love this!
This is amazing. You (and that girl) rock.
YOU GO GURLLL.
