Hi, I'm heaven.
i have no life. uhmm im pretty much your average 15 year old. lets see...i try my best to stay in a positive mood and always try to find the bright side of things. i am in desperate need of new friends.so don't be shy;)
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Olivia…fucking…Wilde
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soup that tastes great is souper
may i interest you in a bowl of canned u not
Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn’t the story?
I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE OMG
literally, this has to be one of my favorite photos on tumblr.
Lets talk about how many times I reblogged this
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don’t ever take me on a date to an aquarium because i will ignore you and spend the whole time looking at the fish
But, if you think about it, that’s all the more reason to go. The person you’re dating gets to sit back and watch you smile and have fun. All the while, he/she’s falling deeper in love with you.
thatS REALLY CUTE IM GONNA CRY
(Source: fefarielle)
a kid from my school just got expelled today for pretending to be russian for 8 months. he pretended he couldn’t read, write or talk english he did good in all his classes because he had all the teachers and principles convinced he just moved from russia, so they didn’t make him do any work
i would pay good money for a navigation system voiced by cas
“I-I don’t understand. Why did you not turn when I told you to?”
“You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of downtown rush hour traffic, I can throw you back in.”
Parents have two moods:
“You’re a teenager you’re practically an adult you should be doing all this stuff on your own.”
and
“You’re just a teenager! You’re still a child and are basically not allowed to do anything you want to.”
“You’re just a teenager you don’t know what you’re talking about” But “You’re a teenager you should know all this by now.”
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
