"Of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. But I had a rough idea of what to look for." 101 Dalmatians, 1961
(Source: animation-magic, via inferiordesignosaur)
"i. I have a bad habit of
being an open book, of
being that sunflower girl with
her arms stretched so wide
everyone thought she wanted to hug
the Earth. I’ll always be
wearing my heart over my shirt
instead of under it.
ii. In the prologue of
The Book of Me,
before I tell you my name,
I will whisper to you the story
of how I got these scars.
How they have been inked so deep
they began to carve themselves
on to my bones.
iii. On a night like this,
where the moonlight
kisses your eyes,
you’ll ask me:
So, what’s your favourite colour?
Where did you grow up?
When were you born?
And I’ll point to the unfinished
book that I have spent my whole
life writing and tell you to look for yourself.
Even though you won’t find
those answers stitched there.
iv. The pages will turn
like autumn leaves, and
instead, you’ll discover
the reasons why I believe in
the universe so much. How
the stars used to sing me to sleep,
and I’d wake with yesterday’s
dust on my eyelids.
v. When you’re done reading,
I hope you’ll want to stay.
Maybe then I will tell you:
My favourite colour is blue.
I grew up in a town that was
too small for my wings.
I was born in the spring,
where the flowers
bloomed me to life."
- A.Y // don’t you feel like you know me already? (via 2wentysixletters)
I can never stop laughing at this
The pride in his eyes in that last cap
(Source: heyyyybrother, via engulfedsane)
Anonymous asked: opinion on America?
Anonymous asked: sameeeee.... i wish we were friends.
It has come to my attention that a lot of people haven’t played this game so pay attention:
Grab a friend and tie your hands as the following picture shows
Now try getting yourselves
free well maybe not free but apart from each other, so that the ropes aren’t tangled together, without opening the knots or otherwise removing the rope from around your wrists. It is possible.
im sorry friend but your arm must go