Fairy Tales Picspam → The Little Mermaid

Fairy Tales Picspam → The Little Mermaid


holy crap this is so amazing

holy crap this is so amazing

devinrex:

I’m afraid that my dog doesn’t love me anymore


Arrested Development reunion

Arrested Development reunion

pertlattimers:

Did you know that you needed to listen to Jigglypuff sing the Game of Thrones theme?

Well you did, and thanks to me, you can. You’re welcome. 
 

I checked and it doesn't look like that search bar comes with your theme so could you pleasepleasepleaseeee give me the code? I am dying for a nice clean search bar. I will repay you in a devotion and photos of my cats-slash-dogs.

the greying theme comes w/ a search bar, actually, which you can activate uhhhh under one of those check boxes in customization but if your theme doesn’t come with one you CAN use this search bar code in your description that works (almost) as well!! 

 <form method=”get” action=”/search” id=”search”>
 <input type=”text” name=”q” value=”well SEARCH /me/! that pun works a lot better out loud” class=”text_input” style=”background-image: none; cursor: auto; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat  repeat;” /><input type=”submit” value=”Search” id=”search-submit” /> </form>

From The Stars
White Lies
To Lose My Life...
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horticultures:

From The Stars - White Lies

Your New Boyfriend Has A Laser Target On His Chest At All Times Day!

girlsareprettyforever:

He didn’t mention it in his profile. You’re glad he didn’t. It might have deterred you from meeting him, and though it’s early, you’re starting to think meeting him is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

“You don’t know who it is?” you asked on your second date, when you finally started discussing the elephant in the room.

“Nor do I know why,” he said.

You stared at the red dot as it flickered ever so slightly closer to his heart.

“How long has it—”

“Eleven years.”

“And he’s never once fired?”

Just once. It was late. He was in an unfamiliar neighborhood. He heard the shot and turned around to find a man with a knife in his hand dead on the ground. A mugger.

“He protected you,” you said.

“He wanted me to know my life his is to end. Not some mugger’s. His alone.”

You watched the red light flicker some more then you demanded he take you home.

That’s been the pattern. You stare at the dot on his chest until you’re so certain there’s about to be a gunshot that you can’t even breathe, and you need to be brought someplace a made love to as quickly as possible. It’s better with the dot. It makes you want to be as close to him as you can, so intertwined that you can feel the dot wander onto your skin too.

“I want to be with you to the end,” you tell him tonight, after.

“To the end?” he asks. “Or at the end?”

Both. One and the other. You need to be there when the shot is finally fired, when the dot finally turns into a bullet hole, when the gunman is (hopefully) finally identified. If that’s the main reason why you’re willing to spend the next fifty years with him, so be it. People have stayed together for a lot less.

Happy Your New Boyfriend Has A Laser Target On His Chest At All Times Day!