just did a little dance and did the YMCA “A” hand motion when talking about a psychology class that I got an A in.
10 hours ago on February 01, 2012 at 12:41am
No, really though.
The pure scent of the weed smells like fuckin’ Capri Sun, the taste of it is fruity and airy, sort of like a sweeter, lighter hookah (without that specific sisha taste) and the after smoke smells like juicy fruit.
10 hours ago on February 01, 2012 at 12:13am
(via cocks-and-cats)
- Cristina: I'm going to get another tattoo while I'm here.
- Her mom: NO.
- Cristina: It's going to be a pentagram. But don't worry it won't be too visible. It's going to be on my lower back... in the middle.
- Her mom: *mumbles*
- Cristina: Who won't like it?
- Her mom: GOD!
17 hours ago on January 31, 2012 at 05:22pm
As a young boy I was captivated (although possibly coaxed by my mother) by Belle. Sat in front of the television most days after school watching Beauty and the Beast. Anyone who has grown up watching Disney movies can understand her special characteristics that set her apart, and I would say above, the rest. (Her intelligence and nonjudgemental demeanor)
The nostalgia I achieve while watching this film is powerful and permanent.
text: The Inventor’s Daughter
