"Wait, what is it?"

(Source: dailyouat, via fuckyesonceuponatime)

We should get outta here before David decides to give me his over protective Dad speech.

(Source: leaveatrail, via fuckyesonceuponatime)

godtie:

DO YOU EVER HAVE THAT THING WHERE YOU SEE SOMEONE AND ITS LIKE YOU JUST KINDA POINT AT THEM AND GO

THAT ONE

I WANT THAT ONE AS MY FRIEND

(via active-cultures)

New Girl, Best of Jess: 4x04 ‘Micro’

(via emmahuntons)

disneyink:

http://facebook.com/dawnemicheletattoos

Fourth of July inspires light painting at Magic Kingdom Park (x)

(Source: mickeyandcompany, via thehappiestcruisethateversailed)

extended-metaphor:

I’LL ESCAPE NOW FROM THAT WORLD
FROM THE WORLD OF JEAN VALJEAN
THERE IS NO WHERE I CAN TURN
THERE IS NO WAY TO GO OOOOOONNN

extended-metaphor:

I’LL ESCAPE NOW FROM THAT WORLD

FROM THE WORLD OF JEAN VALJEAN

THERE IS NO WHERE I CAN TURN

THERE IS NO WAY TO GO OOOOOONNN

(Source: bryko, via devinn-kelseyy)

Rocky Road

yaone06:

Operation Mongoose :

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Will Scarlett :

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Sooo much Hook :

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Elsa :

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The Snow Queen :

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Regina/ Marian/ Hood LT :

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"The one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving" :

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The Snow Queen knowing Emma :

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Summary of watching this episode 80% of the time :

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rossellanapoli1988:

#OUAT #OnceUponATime #emma #hook #captainSwan #kiss #4x03 #love

rossellanapoli1988:

#OUAT #OnceUponATime #emma #hook #captainSwan #kiss #4x03 #love

captainswaan:

2x20 | 4x03 (requested by anonymous) 

(via fuckyesonceuponatime)

Just… some poetry

Raindrops fall from the clouds above, hitting my window hard as nails.

The wind blows, throwing off all sense of balance.

My mind runs faster than the speed of light.

All this adds to the hollow feeling in my heart.

All this is a not so gentle reminder of how those feelings changed when you kissed me.

Like supernovas exploding, universes expanding, making me believe that anything is possible.

Dreams coming true and all that.

The hollowness filled. The void disappearing.

Then reality hits as hard as the rain. 

Tomorrow the rain will be gone and the sun will shine through reminding me that you are gone as well.

Now every time the rain falls I’m reminded of you and every time the sun shines I’m reminded of what I lost.

Ironic, isn’t it?

Sun should bring hope, but it’s the rain I long for.

A limerick:

toothlessrebel:

asgardiantelevision:

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Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:

A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.

THE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCKKKKKKK

(via contrapuntal-dissonance)