My new favorite trope is
Angelina Jolie’s girlboss characters being paired with malewife cinnamon roll himbos
Angelina Jolie’s girlboss characters being paired with malewife cinnamon roll himbos
I’m a great cook. And I’m great in bed. Pretty, funny, devoted wife and mom. VICTORIA PEDRETTI as LOVE QUINN YOU | Season 3
She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen But I know you wish it was me You wish it was me Don’t you?
I’m back on tumblr!! Shawn/ fanfic blogs reblog this so I can follow people
Favourite Shawn mendes songs?
Hey! Ummmm off of the new album probably teach me how to love, higher and piece of you.
What about you?
DOES ANYONE ELSE MAKE SCENARIOS IN THEIR HEAD OF THEM DATING SOMEONE AND HAVING THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP AND DOING CUTE COUPLE THINGS WITH THAT PERSON BECAUSE ME 24/7
All I want is to meet kanan is it too much to ask
That moment when you realise you’ve made a huge mistake
some things I need to remind myself daily tbh
too real
reminder for us all
What's the hottest fantasy you've had recently?
A real connection and reciprocated feelings
Ladies and Gentlemen - Kanan Gill
The last time I had a morning/ afternoon this chill, watching Kenny Sebastian on Youtube and having dosa and all for breakfast, he had released the 'Middle Class Family in a Restaurant' video.
God I miss when days were that simple.
The amount of layers Kanan Gill’s netflix special has, has me shook. Idek where to begin talking about it.
Relationships, Traps, and Blackheads
- Kanan Gill
There’s a small bell attached to the door of the record store and it tinkles whenever someone enters the shop. Evangeline hears the familiar sound as she is in the back of the store, unpacking boxes that have been delivered in the morning.
She brushes a strand of hair out of her face and walks towards the counter to stand behind it. She doesn’t see him at first but when she does her heart flutters nervously.
Shawn has entered the shop, wearing a brown cardigan and dark pants and he strides towards the counter with a confidence in his step that she rarely sees. She has to admit that she likes it. He looks good. Rosy cheeks and longish brown curls tousled slightly.
He places his palms on the counter, rings on display and she glances at the turquoise one that is glistening in the golden sunlight.
The recording studio is bathed in sunlight, making it look like someone has put a sepia filter on it. It almost looks tidy if it wasn’t for the specks of dust on some of the instruments. Evangeline sighs, gently rubbing a soft cloth along the body of an acoustic guitar. This was her favorite time of the day. Late afternoon when the sun started to sink slowly, turning her surroundings into golden hues.