I fucking love getting mixes and playlists as gifts, romantic or otherwise. How great is it that someone would spend all that time thinking about you and picking songs that you would like, or that remind them of you, or that they think are relevant to your life. That shit is priceless.
"Elsa slams her foot down and forms a giant snowflake. In a flurry of creative release, she raises the snowflake on ice beams, builds walls, archways, a glistening chandelier, and an in intricate ceiling that leaves the sky visible." - Frozen Final Shooting Draft (2013)
a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)
That’s exactly the appropriate response.
my idea of wealth has changed. when i was little i’d dream about living in a giant mansion with like a tennis court and a bowling alley and an indoor swimming pool and all other sorts of sports things i’d never use. now when i fantasize i’m like, “maybe someday i’ll be able to rent a one bedroom apartment and live there alone.”
Reblog if your cramps have ever
- made you vomit
- lasted between 2-3 days
- stopped you from being able to walk or run
- made you cry
It’s not considered a viable excuse on any occasion, and I would like to know why.
- woken you up at night the pain was so bad
- made you pass out
- made you unable to stand up without doubling over and grabbing onto the closest object for support