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dum-cumpster69:

maddddddds:

korra:

awkward how reassuring i find this

well ya duh society shames speech patterns associated with young women


Are you goddamn joking boys and girls both do this. Manners of speech are not a feminist issue. Pick your battles.

dum-cumpster69:

maddddddds:

korra:

awkward how reassuring i find this

well ya duh society shames speech patterns associated with young women

Are you goddamn joking boys and girls both do this. Manners of speech are not a feminist issue. Pick your battles.

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shingekinokyojinheaven:

the-vashta-nerada:

one time my sisters and i were driving around and we saw a mcdonald’s and the m was kind of loose because there was a bunch of wind
and my older sister was like “mel i dare you do go steal that m”
so of course i don’t back down from a dare and i pried the m loose from the sign and we stole that mcdonald’s m and we hung it outside of our house because our last name starts with m and it was clever okay
but the manager of that mcdonalds FOLLOWED US HOME TO OUR HOUSE and they came to our door a few hours later and my mom answered and the manager was like “…it’s peculiar that you have a mcdonald’s m outside of your house when ours got stolen”
and my mom was like “yeah what an odd coincidence”
and the manager came by like the next day and my mom answered again and the manager was like “alright we know what your fucking brat kids did” and my mom was like “my children would nEVER”
and she closed the door on her and she was like “marielle you little shit” but then we took the m off of our house to throw off the manager and it’s in our garage now
but yeah i stole a big golden arch from mcdonald’s once


amateur

shingekinokyojinheaven:

the-vashta-nerada:

one time my sisters and i were driving around and we saw a mcdonald’s and the m was kind of loose because there was a bunch of wind

and my older sister was like “mel i dare you do go steal that m”

so of course i don’t back down from a dare and i pried the m loose from the sign and we stole that mcdonald’s m and we hung it outside of our house because our last name starts with m and it was clever okay

but the manager of that mcdonalds FOLLOWED US HOME TO OUR HOUSE and they came to our door a few hours later and my mom answered and the manager was like “…it’s peculiar that you have a mcdonald’s m outside of your house when ours got stolen”

and my mom was like “yeah what an odd coincidence”

and the manager came by like the next day and my mom answered again and the manager was like “alright we know what your fucking brat kids did” and my mom was like “my children would nEVER”

and she closed the door on her and she was like “marielle you little shit”
but then we took the m off of our house to throw off the manager and it’s in our garage now

but yeah i stole a big golden arch from mcdonald’s once

amateur

insanity-and-vanity:

Clueless (1995)

insanity-and-vanity:

Clueless (1995)

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awkwardlara:

i was expecting this to end in death and sadness and now i’m pleasantly surprised that was adorable

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azucena1202:

cathysm:

azucena1202

Pookie baby!!! ^.^

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cristinaya:

Shine bright like a washed nintendog image

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fakedean:

I don’t know anything about Night Vale but this is beautiful

fakedean:

I don’t know anything about Night Vale but this is beautiful

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I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine.

You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.
— Fritz Perls (via oh-my-siren)

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Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.
— The most sober thing a drunk person could say (via whispering-secrets-and-smoke)

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon  (via 1811181)

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nerdfithers:

oneboredjeu:

nerdfithers:

nerdfithers:

i opened both my water and my electricity bills at once

needless to say i was shocked

get out

this is my post you get out

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