Tell me that I’m a good girl.
Tell me that I did well.
That I made you happy.
|me:||i don't want to have kids|
|every adult within 100 mile radius:||nonseNSE!! you'll end up having them in a few years!!! kids!!! mANY KIDS!! wonderful things you will love them! can''t not have kids?!!¿ chILDREN!|
lorde’s 17 and shes expected to smile and wave and be perfectly fine in front of millions like hell i get nervous standing up to get off the bus, ya’ll need to leave her alone
britney spears could do it when she was 17
britney spears had a mental breakdown years later as a result of being put on a silver platter for the media and public this is such a gross response i can’t believe so many people have reblogged this
I see some of y’all like my posts at 3 notes but you won’t reblog it until 300 and don’t think I don’t see your fake asses
WAKE UP AMERICA.
THESE ARE ‘WAFFLE FRIES’
THESE ARE POTATO WAFFLES
YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON POTATO WAFFLES AS WELL AS FREE HEALTH SERVICE AND ME. I PITY YOU.
your potato waffles look like lame ass smiley face potatos just shaped like a waffle they are nothing like waffle fries
you fuckin what
Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw. Ron is Hufflepuff. Harry is Slytheryn. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another house if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery and anyone can choose to be brave.
I fuck with your theory, marry me.
I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.