Maybe I just wanna be yours.
So please, stay here?
If eyes could speak


Give me something I can believe…
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rawr-its-michelle:

i never hit reblog so fast in my life


the worst has happened on the fifth harmony tour bus


The first Disneyland admission ticket ever sold.

It was purchased by Roy O. Disney, Walt Disney’s older brother, for $1 in 1955.

how could u not reblog this?


  • are you gay?
  • straight people: wHAT?! NO! WHAT THE HELL OF COURSE NOT! I MEAN IM COOL WITH GAY PEOPLE BUT NO!!!
  • gay people: hella
  • pan/bi/poly people: ish?
  • are you straight?
  • straight people: YES????? WHAT ELSE WOULD I BE???? DO I LOOK GAY???? IS IT MY SHIRT????
  • gay people: nah
  • pan/bi/poly people: ish?

margravinel:

cuhmilalove:

Can you imagine when Fifth Harmony make songs about sex…because that time will come…

*cough* ‘Tellin’ Me’ *cough*


Q: What are the biggest misconceptions people have about your lives?

L: That we’re rich.


I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”


troyleroakley:

mamalovebone:

"its a metaphor, you see—you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you dont give it the power to do its killing"

oh my god


Camila and Lauren + jamming to songs from midnight memories


“Os olhos sempre dizem a verdade.”
~ Nicholas Sparks  (via promisse)

It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.


datunofficialdisneyprincess:

justsomeblondie:

unshaped:

ahealthierlexie:

Fuck the police

enn

That’s the plan

Oh my gawd
Oh my god
Jesus take the wheel