MermaidsMuse
trust:

"all girls dress the same"

trust:

"all girls dress the same"

dear-monday:

if this isn’t the best thing you’ve seen all day then I don’t know what to tell you

dear-monday:

if this isn’t the best thing you’ve seen all day then I don’t know what to tell you

September 22nd, 2014: Leaving her hotel in Brussels, Belgium

September 22nd, 2014Leaving her hotel in Brussels, Belgium

l-heure-du-the:

tinypaperknife:

miss-nerdgasmz:

cchtml:

This feeling when you walk into big art supply stores …

brb changing underwear

I AM GOING TO PASS OUT

*low needy whine*

Gaga meeting fans as she arrived in Brussels, Belgium. (09.20.14)

moodyyounggaymale:

Mom: "dinner is ready"

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"Can you set the table"

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inexorablyacademic:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

cameralinz:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.

Rock ‘n roll.

Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.

Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.

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deardeerling:

in west narnia born and raisedthrough the wardrobe was where i spent most of my days

deardeerling:

in west narnia born and raised
through the wardrobe was where i spent most of my days