Real talk is flowing from his mouth like a damn fountain.
sick sick sick burns
In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines…
REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches
I got Sonic the Hedgehog.
Sonic the freaking Hedgehog.
Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.
I GOT A SPARKLY NICHOLAS CAGE
This is the City of the Angels, and you haven’t got any wings.
Here are the former-fan stories that have collected in my ask in the past month or so. They’re pretty much all anon so take that into consideration when you decide for yourself whether or not to believe them.
These are all accusations by other people. I am simply publishing what other people told me. I am not personally able to verify truth in any of these statements.
I didn’t know I could hate Blood on the Dance Floor even more than I already did.
Sir Nicholas Winton is a humanitarian who organized a rescue operation that saved the lives of 669 Jewish Czechoslovakia children from Nazi death camps, and brought them to the safety of Great Britain between the years 1938-1939.
After the war, his efforts remained unknown. But in 1988, Winton’s wife Grete found the scrapbook from 1939 with the complete list of children’s names and photos. Sir Nicholas Winton is sitting in an audience of Jewish Czechoslovakian people who he saved 50 years before.
holy shit i am bawling
today, i wore a bikini to the pool and no one died. no one was mean to me. no one stared. no one laughed. even if they did, it wouldn’t have mattered. i swam with my friends, ate, laughed, and had a blast. some people may try to steal your happiness because they don’t have any of their own. i #honormycurves this fourth of july because it takes more energy to hide and be scared than it does to live your fucking life. talk about independence day.
"today, i wore a bikini to the pool and no one died"
thank you for posting this
right in the feels