This is a kiss that screams I want to marry you, and spend the rest of fucking eternity with you.
Oh, let me just reblog this again.
Sorry I’m not sorry.
It started as a bad idea.
It morphed into a monumentally stupid idea.
That doesn’t mean that you could get the idea out of your head, because you couldn’t. It was an idea that refused to be un-thought from the moment that you first thought it.
You remember lying in the middle of her queen sized bed, her arm curled around your waist as her face buried itself into the short strands of blonde hair at the nape of your neck and she breathed deeply and easily. You remember the soft contentment that bubbled up through your stomach at the heat of her body radiating into your skin. You remember thinking that you never wanted to go to sleep with anyone else or wake up in any other way.
Mostly you remember that the thought didn’t scare you.
That’s when the bad idea formed in the back of your mind.
The idea that crystallised into the small round cut diamond set onto a white gold band in the shape of a ring that remained tucked into the side pocket of your equipment bag at all times.
It remained sat there regardless of the break up, because you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away or return it to the jeweller. You refused to let go of the relationship and the woman that made your heart sing and your stomach knot in happiness.
Now, with Holly’s lips pressed against your mouth, your mind refused to think about anything other than spending the rest of your life with the woman in your arms. It bubbled up through your thoughts until you broke the kiss, opened your eyes to stare into her bright brown orbs and slid down onto your knee, your hand clasped around her fingers.
“I don’t have the ring right now, but I kept it.” You begin to speak, refusing to look away from your eyes as you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “That’s why I hated it when you told me that you were seeing someone else, I thought I’d missed my chance, because of my stubbornness. So, this time, I’m going to ask you right now – Holly Stewart, will you marry me?”
Omgasdfghjkl it got better.
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If you had told me then that Gail was straight, I would have laughed for 4 years.
I always think of the part from August and everything after when I see this scene……..
"Lunch would be nice if you still want to go? My treat."
"You’re lucky I have a soft spot for Pecks," Traci tells her as she nods her head towards the locker-room. "Oh, how about we try that sushi place on King that you so desperately wanted to take me too way back in our first year?"
"Why do you make it sound like I was hitting on you?" Gail scoffs, following Traci into the locker-room.
"I’m not the one who got all flustered while trying to ask a girl out for a bite to eat," Traci teases, winking at her and making Gail glare. Traci laughs at her then. "Don’t get all cranky, I think it’s cute that I was your first lady-crush."
“My first lady-” Gail echoes exasperatedly, shaking her head and refusing to finish the sentence. “I’m not even going to dignify that insanity with a response. Well… except to say I don’t think I want to have lunch with you at all now, you bitch.”
Traci smirks, reaching out to rub her arm playfully. “Come on, Gail, we can still be friends,” she pleads dramatically.
"Don’t touch me," Gail bites mockingly, pretending to flinch away as she fights back an amused smile. "You had your chance with the hotter Peck, Nash, and you turned me down. Now you’ll have to make do with Steve and-"
"Do I even want to know what’s going on?" Noelle asks, looking between them as she stands awkwardly in the doorway. Gail glances at Traci, feeling a little embarrassed that they’ve been caught goofing around, but Traci simply laughs and shakes her head.
"Gail’s just taking me out for lunch, aren’t you, pookie?" Traci teases, making Gail elbow her in the side in retaliation. "Ouch. That hurt."
"Good," Gail snipes, grabbing her jacket from her locker and nodding at Noelle awkwardly. "You could join us if you want…?"
Noelle shakes her head. “I’m good, Peck, but thanks.”
Gail turns back to Traci with a glare. “Come on already, I’m hungry.”
"So demanding," Traci mutters as she shrugs into her own jacket, saying goodbye to Noelle and following Gail out to her car. "I don’t know how Holly puts up with you sometimes."
"It’s clearly my winning, charming, personality," Gail fires back. "And the fact that I’m super hot always helps."
Traci laughs at that. “You are so full of yourself.”
"Ah, but you didn’t object to it," Gail grins cheekily, wiggling her eyebrows. "Now who has a lady-crush, Trace?"
"Just shut up and drive, Gail."
Anna Kendrick’s reaction to the leaked celebrity photos. [@annakendrick47]
"ur just into girls to get attention"
yeah girls attention
When I was just starting high school, a girl who rode my bus invited me to stay the night at her house and when I did she got really emotional and told me no girls ever stayed over because she was a lesbian and if you don’t think that’s the saddest thing ever you need to re-evaluate your life
In which Angela is very clear on who Jane should marry
the fact that there have no leaked nudes in my dashboard proves that i’m following the right people
I laminated a paper towel
why does this have 31 thousand notes
You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
T OW E L
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
This fucking website has me thinking about the significance of my life compared to seemingly insignificant household items. I hate this place.