Once Upon A Time..

sarah.
Lover. not a fighter, but i'll fight for what i love .

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latteinparis:

thedevilswaiting:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

Holy shit

Well shit man

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Bored before work.

Bored before work.

Anonymous said: Best way to eat out a vagina?:)

mymostcreativeformofselfharm:

imthethingyouneed:

Tease. Tease. Tease. Make her beg for it before your tongue even touches her clit. Use her body. From her head to her toes, but don’t you dare touch her clit at all. Kiss her thighs, bite down. Make her yelp and moan at the same time. Spread her legs forcefully, kiss her inner thigh, kiss as close at her dripping wet pussy as you can without touching it. Go up to her head; whisper all the things you want to do to her lightly in her ear before you kiss your way back down to her hips. Take your time. Her body is a canvas and you are Picasso. Your finger tips and your tongue are your paint brushes. Don’t leave any skin untouched. Slowly remove her panties and kiss softly any skin revealed. Finally, once she’s aching and begging for more, flatten your tongue against her clit and slowly move up. Don’t flick. Just taste. Taste her, truly taste her. Your warm tongue against her throbbing clit will send a sensation down her body. There’s more to do; a lot more, but start with this and you’ll be fine.

Oh wow.

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dallonsmiles:

ryansgayliner:

the thrilling saga in which Panic! owns the fuck out of WBC

A+ handling of the situation

Holy shit

And this is why I love Brendon so much!!!

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Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.


Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.


Marry me. We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than on the walls.


Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together.


Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.

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