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BBY I MISS YOU TOO SO FUCKING MUCH OKAY JESUS FUCK
i MISS YOU TOO SO MUCH AND NOW I'M KINDA CRYING BECAUSE OF THESE VIDEOS AHAHA
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dontscratchthewalls replied to your post:i haven’t been on here in months but youtube...
BBY I MISS YOU TOO SO FUCKING MUCH OKAY JESUS FUCK
i MISS YOU TOO SO MUCH AND NOW I'M KINDA CRYING BECAUSE OF THESE VIDEOS AHAHA
i haven't been on here in months but youtube suggested this video to me and i cried, kATIE I MISS YOU.
all attempts are remaking dia have failed due to the fact themes are a pain in the arse
just popping in to say i miss everybody
❝Don’t ever wish to be anything but what you are.❞
◆ Three years of role-playing experience. ◆ Independent roleplay account for Thumbelina, mainly OUAT based but will roleplay with other fandoms. ◆ Multi-ship and multi-verse friendly! ◆ AU’s are more than welcome. ◆ Mun and muse (technically) are not of age, therefore there will be no smut. Please don’t let this discourage you. ◆ Triggers will be tagged accordingly. ◆ AU’s are more than welcome. ◆ Pages are still under construction!
i've been working on this new indie for hooours ghjkl
yo can someone suggest some themes pls
On the importance of having a life outside of her acting career: “I remember reading this thing that Elizabeth Taylor wrote. She had her first kiss in character. On a movie set. It really struck me. I don’t know how or why, but I had this sense that if I wasn’t really careful, that could be me. That my first kiss could be in somebody else’s clothes. And my experiences could all belong to someone else.” — Emma Watson for ELLE US, April 2014
i'm crying over emma watson don't touch me
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favorite quotes → Yvaine (Stardust)
[…] So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan is… I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.