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This blog is constantly evolving to fit where I am in life. I cannot define it anymore than I can myself. Enjoy.

brattylifts:

Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil

brattylifts:

Hear no evil
See no evil
Speak no evil

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bravedad:

i wonder how many people im in the “id be down if you asked” zone with

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jodecides:

ask-oklahoma-america:

sunsetofdoom:

tarch-7:

Toothless is so cute here.

THE DETAILS
HIS NOSTRILS ARE PINK ON THE INSIDES
YOU CAN SEE THE EDGES OF HIS SCALES
HE’S STILL COVERED IN DIRT AND SOOT FROM THE FIGHT
DREAMWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO AWESOME

how could you not want a toothless on your dash

can we talk about hiS EYES

jodecides:

ask-oklahoma-america:

sunsetofdoom:

tarch-7:

Toothless is so cute here.

THE DETAILS

HIS NOSTRILS ARE PINK ON THE INSIDES

YOU CAN SEE THE EDGES OF HIS SCALES

HE’S STILL COVERED IN DIRT AND SOOT FROM THE FIGHT

DREAMWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO AWESOME

how could you not want a toothless on your dash

can we talk about hiS EYES

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assbuttmcgee:

mr-radical:

feeling intimidated by people you want to be really good friends with

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#feeling intimidated by people you’re already friends with

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One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
actualmenacebuckybarnes:

clvbpenguin:

deadmarks:

lorenzo-drums:

This is what it’s like when I go on someone’s blog and a playlist starts playing. 

how the fuck did they film that scene 

they threw a radio at his face


#this was the 2000s people#we didn’t have your young people ‘special effects’#we just had gumpton and actors who could take a fucking radio to the face#those were the days

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

clvbpenguin:

deadmarks:

lorenzo-drums:

This is what it’s like when I go on someone’s blog and a playlist starts playing. 

how the fuck did they film that scene 

they threw a radio at his face

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dreaming-sleeping-fallen-angel:

pleaselovemehard:

kidsraisingkids:

I can’t STAND this shit. I’m still awaiting a response.

Fucking slammed.

THIS IS AWESOME.

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