Perfect #daisychain weather #daisies #flowers #summer (Taken with instagram)
First 2 pages almost complete #scrapbook #waltdisneyworld #disneycollegeprogram (Taken with instagram)
Front cover #scrapbook #disney #waltdisneyworld #mickey #minnie (Taken with instagram)
Look over the fence.
The grass isn’t necessarily greener on the other side, but maybe it is. Listen to the advice of other people, but remember that we all see colour differently. What may be less green to someone else might be greener to you.
You are reading this right now.
It happened. For real. And it’ll happen again. Somewhere. Somehow. But different. Will it happen to you?
The last page of a book saved the rest of it #nickhornby #julietnaked #book (Taken with instagram)
Sunday morning. 7am. Helen’s bed.
Sun is shining through the window. The birds are signing their morning song. Her cheek is on the cold side of the pillow and she ruins it all when she starts thinking about life.
This man is just….
The amount of effort he went to!
what a complete babe!One of the best wedding proposals ever.
Crying my eyes out oh fuckin ell
Imagin if she’d said no after all that though.
Amazing! What a guy!
(Source: thedailywhat, via chivalry-isnt-dead)
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #383
For me, the epiphany came in my second season on Roseanne. At thirty-nine years old I finally woke up to the fact that the principles I was taught as a child, like fairness and justice, have no place in the world of power and money. The rules of the sandbox, strictly enforced by a wise and compassionate adult, are laughable when the sandbox is the television business and there are Mercedes and Bentleys parked alongside it. What’s odd is that twenty years later, despite my belated awakening to the reality of amorality, that old schoolyard programming continues to insist on its rightness. Ideas like “play nice,” “share your toys,” “no name-calling,” “take turns” and “misbehaving gets punished” still resonate inside me as if they were some sort of fundamental truths. Of course, I now know that they are not. At best, they’re ideals. Lofty goals to aspire to. The truisms of the real world are more along the lines of, “my ball, my bat, my rules” and “money talks, bull$#*! walks.” Which brings me to our impending presidential election. A classic showdown between the lessons we all learned as children and, well… reality. Further complicating the situation is our collective, unconscious desire to be supervised by that wise and compassionate adult. But there is no such adult. The truth is, we are alone in the sandbox. The game we play, seemingly forever, is called “Ideals vs. Money and Bats.” For what it’s worth, I’m betting on the latter, but there’s a little boy in me who insists on voting for the former.
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Born in England
Ex Cast Member at WDW
Grande Skinny Sugar-Free Hazelnut Latte
I love: Song download sessions, Milk and cookies, Sleepovers, Seeing family, Hot water bottles, Christmas, Duvet days, Shoes, Robin Hood, Dr Who, Torchwood, Pretty dress films, Seeing new billboards being put up, A good book, Waving to random people from a car/bus/boat, Sex.
I hate: Falling asleep watching TV, Headaches, When people don't get me, Horror movies, Blisters, Laundry, Strawberry laces, My stomach, Money, Goodbyes, Tiredness, Queue jumpers.
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