holy shit. this is perfect.
Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.
so has anyone made the “dean is now officially a friend of dorothy” joke yet
Have your parents ever looked at you and said “we made this?” In complete horrified shock joke yet
being homosexual or bisexual isn’t disgusting. but you know what is disgusting? when a man finds it ok for two girls to be making out or something of the sort just because it makes his dick hard, but when its two girls or, god forbid, two men that are in an actual, well-founded relationship and in love, the man finds that disturbing and immoral and wrong. now thats disgusting.
what kind of music do planets listen to
I shall reblog whenever I see this….
the amount of perfection in that paragraph makes my heart happy.
I’m a Christian and I support this message.
i think i’m crying that’s so perfect
nobody hates justin bieber more than drake bell does
I’m going to be really sad the day I hear Drake Bell got attacked and murdered by feverish adolescent girls
No it’s cool they won’t hurt him. He invited them to do it once and
THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.
|My dad:||Your sister's crazy. Who'd want a $200 purse?|
|My dad:||What is it with ladies purses, anyway?|
|Me:||(glancing at my purse) What do you mean?|
|My dad:||How did that start--I mean, why do women use them? Doesn't it get tiring carrying a bag around all the time?|
|Me:||(stands up and turns around) See those pockets?|
|My dad:||... Yes?|
|Me:||What can I fit in them?|
|Me:||How many things do you think I could fit in my pockets? Honestly. How many things?|
|My dad:||Doesn't look like you could fit much.|
|Me:||A pack of Orbit, some folded bills, and that's about it. That's why we use purses--because we can't carry our shit in our pockets like you do.|
|My dad:||But I can fit my wallet, my keys, and my cigarettes in my pockets!|
|Me:||And your jeans also fit the way they should.|
|My dad:||I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you mean?|
|Me:||Your jeans are sized by, what, your inseam and waist, right?|
|My dad:||... Aren't yours?|
|Me:||I'm a size 3.|
|My dad:||3 what?|
|Me:||No, just a 3. A size 3.|
|My dad:||What does that mean?|
|Me:||I actually have no idea. I'm a size 3 in these jeans. In some other jeans, I'm a 5. I'm a 7 in my favorite pair of shorts.|
|My dad:||Wait, it's not the same?|
|Me:||Nope. A size 3 in one brand's jeans is completely different from a size 3 in another brand.|
|My dad:||That's fucking stupid! How do you shop for them?!|
|Me:||With great difficulty. This is why when you ask me what I did during the week and despite the fact I know you won't care I sometimes tell you I found a pair of jeans. Because finding a pair of jeans that fit and fit well is like finding the Holy Grail with your name encrusted in diamonds on it|