July 2012
- Me watching the Olympics at age 8: Oh that's nice
- Me watching the Olympics at age 12: Wow I hope we win
- Me watching the Olympics at age 16: I'm going to fuck the entire swim team and no one can stop me
my mom likes to play this game called yell from four rooms away and get upset when I can’t hear her
why is it called a training bra
what are you training for
the bra olympics
the boob championships
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOREVER TO REBLOG THIS OMG
i want old tumblr back plz
- when people actually spoke to each other
- when it was actually possible to gain followers
- when i had a happy summery blog and lived in my own vintage bubble of cameras and trees and sun
No. I don't want a boyfriend who's gunna give me his sweater when I'm cold. He'd freeze his ass off. No. I don't want a boyfriend who will pay for everything I want. That's what my job's for. No. I don't want a boyfriend who calls me at 4am telling me he misses me. I'm sleeping, and he probably wants to be too. No. I don't want a boyfriend who is going to drop every corny line in the book. I just want someone sincere and truthful. I don't want your fairy-tale boyfriend who will sweep me off my feet. I just want a boyfriend who loves me for me, for every mistake and scar.
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.
Pick her up and pretend you're going to throw her in the pool. She'll scream and fight you, but secretly, she'll love it. Hold her hand while you talk. Hold her hand when you drive. Just hold her hand. Tell her she looks pretty. Look her in the eyes when you talk to her. Protect her. Tell her stupid jokes. Tickle her, even when she says stop. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Get her mad, then kiss her. Tease her and let her tease you back. Kiss her on the cheek. Kiss her on the forehead. Just kiss her. Let her wear your clothes. Go slow. Don't push anything. When you fall in love with her, TELL HER.
In an ideal world, I’d be bringing home the gold for underwater handstands, combining swimming and gymnastics.
I wonder if today the Potter family was just sitting around the fireplace drinking tea when they decide to turn on the tv and
WHAM 40 FT VOLDEMORT
and everyone just looks at Harry
When your friends try to show you something funny from the internet but you've already seen it.
“Honey, I’m from tumblr. We’re like, weeks ahead of you.”
via sodamnrelatable
has anyone noticed we brits literally take nothing seriously
#we parachuted our queen into the olympic stadium
#we made hundreds of Mary Poppins’ battle Voldemort
is it a little late to bring in the boston tea party because you guys took that pretty harsh
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I’m going to settle this once and for all. THIS is how you pronounce “.gif”
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