March 2012
Please reblog: Tomorrow, March the 1st, is Self...
February 2012
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Sometimes I just lay down on my bed, just thinking about how fucking lucky I am to have her in my life. I can’t get over how perfect she is to me. How soft and smooth her skin is and how gentle her touch is. How caring, thoughtful, kind she is. How soothing is her voice and how I fell for each and every pitch of her voice. I fell for every inch of her, every measurement, whatever....
Everything the light of the laptop screen touches is our kingdom.
“My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s...”
– Ellen DeGeneres (via lovefeelingalive)
step one: take out homework
step two: reward self with two hours of internet for getting that far
Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me - The Rocky Horror...
wvnderbar:
more sad news from hollywood today: rapper pitbull was found alive in his apartment earlier this morning by a family member
orangewaferz asked: Zohal! You're so amazingly perfect. Kbye.
