The Colour of making a wish, blowing on a dandelion head and watching it whisk away into the wind. The colour of it catching your eye before drifting off to fulfill its destiny. It is the feeling of kissing your true love on your wedding day—devoted, all-consuming, and full of promise. It is the pristine, blank page staring into your soul—thoughts, feelings, indescribable words—before you can ever dream of penning them down. It is a majestic winter escapade—new, fresh, and waiting patiently to be awakened. It is the most gorgeous canvas, empty in a loving way; like the first time you step into an apartment all your own, yearning to be filled by you, but content to be and exist solely for the purpose of being beautiful.
My Top 10 Sexiest Actors (in no particular order). Because yes, the Hemsworth brothers count as one.
during a history exam once one of the questions was “How was Stalin buying time from Hitler to prevent him attacking the Soviet Union?” or something and I wrote “he was stallin’”
halfway through grading them the next day my teacher started laughing really quietly and she had to eject herself from the classroom for five minutes
she marked it as correct
there are teenagers who have unprotected sex but have a case for their iphone
just let that sink in