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The princess of her own fairytale .
But every fairytale has a conflict .
The honest and sarcastic girl at the same time.

This is a blog of a teenage drama queen.
Deal with it.
I rant. I praise. I reason. I read.

I'm an aspiring Entrepreneur.
A Thomasian, as well.

Not girly at all. Not. At. All.
But still a woman at heart.

Though shall not judge the blogger by her posts.
I crave for attention.
Follow at your own risk.

This is my blog.
Love it. Like it. Praise it.
If you hate me, just leave.

I blog to express, not to impress.

I respect.
I take advantage.
I obsess over Prince Harry.
I think Captain America is hot.
And so is Thor. And Iron Man.
I am weird, and I admit that.
I am addicted to Paramore.
A Parawhore, indeed.
I love Taylor York.
I'm a demigod in training.
I follow the path of the gods.
I bet I can beat you at LoL.
But in the end, I'm just a simple girl.
And I love beyond my limits.

Talk to me.
I'm not snob ☺

"Admiration is admiration,
it's like watching flowers from afar.
It's not like it can go past friendship."
- Arisawa Yuuko (Detective Conan)

howimetyourconsolationprize:

"Like, here, in this bar, there’s only one thing that I see, and I see her brighter and more clearly than anything else in this world. You know what that is? That’s love.

And that’s Barney sees you. And I know that’s how you see Barney.”

Holy shit! I just realised why PART of the ending fit together.
When Robin and Barney got divorced neither of them saw anything clearly anymore, everything was dull, no shine; everything was lackluster.

Boom Barney gets a kid who for the first time since divorcing with Robin has colour, has clarity, so yeah he’s happy, overwhelmed that he can see colour again.

Robin on the other hand, nothing. No shiny glimmer of hope for the following 13 shit heap years. That’s why she is depressed and seemingly hates everything around her. That’s why she climbs back into her pre-Barney self, excluding herself from everything she can equate to him. She is struggling and failing to go back, to rewind time because she doesn’t want to live in a world that she knows is clear and vibrant while all she can see is monochrome fuzz. So you know why she smiles when she sees Ted out there with that POS Blue french horn? She is reminded of how it all started, why she feels this empty, what’s missing. Her life is calling her back to try again, and the thought she might get to see colour again, to see Barney again? Well, you’re damn right she smiled.

(Source: alwayshimym, via siriused)

22 hours ago / 179 note(s)

lulu-cifer:

carnivaloftherandom:

surdoues:

briannathestrange:

rufflesnotdiets:

how to walk like a queen [x]

This is the best acting lesson I have every seen in my life

image

Auto-reblog.

I think of this often…

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22 hours ago / 797105 note(s)

boara:

HE THOUGHT HIS LIL FRIEND GOT BAKED INTO A COOKIE I AM 100% DONE AWHH

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22 hours ago / 837875 note(s)

One: Buy condoms. Buy them and keep them with you at all times, and use them before you are asked to use them. And use them every time. The peace of mind you allow your partner will free her to be vulnerable with you, and that, my son, is exactly what sex is about. Condoms are sexy. In fact, call buying condoms foreplay.
(Footnote: If you are too embarrassed to buy condoms, you are not ready to have sex.)

Two: Kissing is not merely foreplay. Spend entire evenings making out on the couch while fully clothed. Believe me, dry-humping rocks.

Three: Sex is not just about friction. It’s about emotion. Stop trying to find her clitoris and find her heart. Because then she’ll help you find her clitoris.

Four: If you really wanna know how to please a woman, ask her how she masturbates. Then do that. A lot. If she claims she doesn’t masturbate, offer to take her shopping for a vibrator so you can both learn the vocabulary of her body together.

Five: Don’t put anything in her butthole you wouldn’t want in your own.
(Footnote: Try a pinky finger, it’s kinda awesome.)

Six: When you go down on her—and you will go down on her, and if you are my son, you will be amazing at it—tell her how good she tastes. Stop in the middle and kiss her deeply so she knows how good she tastes. Do the same when she goes down on you.

Seven: A simple Google search will yield 1,327 euphemisms for male masturbation, yet only 23 for female masturbation. If guys spent less time jacking off and more time jilling off, this world would be a happier place.

Eight: Everything you need to know about the importance of the clitoris is in the movie Star Wars. You are Luke Skywalker piloting your penis-shaped X-Wing Fighter deep inside her trench. Remember: seventy percent of all Death Stars cannot be blown up through penetration of the trench alone. It must be through focused contact with that little exhaust port at the top of the trench. Otherwise, any explosions you experience will be merely Hollywood special effects.

Nine: Just because you come doesn’t mean she has, so don’t you dare come before her. Focus completely on your partner. Don’t worry about gettin’ yours, you’re a guy. You always get yours. Your job is to make sure she’s gettin’ hers.

Ten: If sex with your partner lasts no longer than this poem, you are not making love. You are masturbating with her body instead of your hand. Shame on you. Go back to step one. You’ve got a lot of learning to do.
Love, Dad.


Big Poppa E., “How To Make Love” (via kushandwizdom)

More good vibes here

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22 hours ago / 22241 note(s)
demonica-dawson:

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

demonica-dawson:

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.

Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

(Source: psihoticno-sarkasticna, via lokiscumberbookie)

22 hours ago / 1041192 note(s)
There’s nothing wrong with sex, people.

otherillusions:

claireruns:

thechroniclesofrin:

- Having sex every day. 
- Saving sex for your wedding night. 
- Never having sex.

- Having sex with yourself 

- Having sex with different people.

- Having sex with one person.

- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex. 
- Hating sex. 
- Being loud. 
- Being quiet.

The only thing wrong with sex?

When it’s not consensual.

Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.

Reblogging again because this post is so important. 

This

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22 hours ago / 661443 note(s)

quantumtardis:

JK Rowling’s and Evanna Lynch’s twitter conversation

Link.

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22 hours ago / 35715 note(s)

Taylor Swift on Emma Watson’s UN speech and (last 2 gifs) on not “acting up” like Miley Cyrus and Britney Spears (x)

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twisted-transistorr:

paindemands-tob3-felt:

pandabearjayy:

I absolutely love the end result.

i can’t believe i watched that

i thought this was going to take me on a spiritual journey and it did

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1 day ago / 219588 note(s)

Andrew Garfield as Justin Timberlake

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sebadasstian-stan:

Captain America: The Winter Soldier + trivia

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lokiscumberbookie:

God bless America

(Source: yuko9895)

1 day ago / 3837 note(s)

mashable:

Photographer Reveals the Lonely Side of Superheroes

Photographer Benoit Lapray’s photo series, “The Quest for Absolute" focuses on the loneliness of famous superheroes, set in the beautiful, yet desolate landscape of the French Alps.

(via newkiddointown)

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