We have the kind of love that’s so passionate, so sweet, so utterly cliche, that makes me want to burst at the seams and tell everyone about because I’m just so happy, yet at the same time I don’t want to say a word because I’m just so happy that the cliche doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s real, it’s mine, and I am the luckiest girl in the world.
hellscarnage asked: hey shanesse you're great and awesome and all that stuff so don't let anyone ever tell you or let you feel otherwise. you're cool as shit. don't ever think otherwise. =]
I know you sent this months ago… But thanks. XD
scientists tell us that all water
is old water,
that there is no room for originality,
that everything is recycled.
the anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in the Trojan dirt
mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
in the ebb and flow of the markets,
and what I am trying to say is that the tears
navigating south through the canyons on your face
may have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
for the same reason.
Everyone who reblogs this by November 1 will have their URLs scattered around Disney World in Orlando, FL.
WHAT?! YES. YES.
I would like to thank my arms, for always being by side. My legs, for always supporting me, and my fingers…because I can always count on them.
this will be my speech when i win an oscar
Don’t forget the hips, for not lying.
There should be a drug called “thoughts-be-gone” so that I would calm the fuck down.