LEO the ADORKABLE

My name is Victoria. I'm 17 years old. My best is Allison. And I'm in Ohio while she's in Massachusetts....the distance is painful. And sometimes very hard to manage. My parents are increasingly driving me to the edge and now....everything has suddenly crashed onto my shoulders.

Did you hurt yourself when you fell from Heaven?

No, but I did scrap my knee crawling up from Hell.

vicesandviagra:

cisbender:

when an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written

it’s quite often an expression of trust

because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart

little pieces of the artists themselves

and if they’re willing to share it with you

you should appreciate it

THANK GOD SOMEONE KNOWS BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I SHOW IT TO PEOPLE THEY THINK IM BRAGGING

(Source: fadical, via thatpiercedblonde)

g-aping: rahmagical: 2bad: m00nlightvegas: youcanfindmeincamelot: studythesnow: The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn’t hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passerby.The young man stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.Dazed, the man looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young girl from floor six.“Hey!”“Sorry!” She called down. The man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, “Wait right there!”The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .“Is this your shoe?” He asked though he already knew the answer.The girl bowed deeply, “I’m so sorry.”The man sighed “Sit down,” he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.She nearly shrieked when the man knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.“W-what are you doing?!” She asked in a surprised voice when the man took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her foot.Still kneeling, the man glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. “It is a gentleman’s duty to return a woman’s shoe.” He explained simply.The man stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl’s cheeks. “T-thank you…”A smile tugged at the man’s lips. “No need to thank me.”“Wha—” The girl began to ask when the man placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards. Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the man’s retreating back. oH MY GOD I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE SOME INSPIRATIONAL HIPSTER POST BUT I THOUGHT WRONG what WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED THIS IS NOT THE ENDING TO CINDERELLA oh

g-aping:

rahmagical:

2bad:

m00nlightvegas:

youcanfindmeincamelot:

studythesnow:

The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn’t hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passerby.

The young man stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.

Dazed, the man looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young girl from floor six.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” She called down.

The man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, “Wait right there!”

The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.

Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .

“Is this your shoe?” He asked though he already knew the answer.

The girl bowed deeply, “I’m so sorry.”

The man sighed “Sit down,” he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.

She nearly shrieked when the man knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.

“W-what are you doing?!” She asked in a surprised voice when the man took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her foot.

Still kneeling, the man glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. “It is a gentleman’s duty to return a woman’s shoe.” He explained simply.

The man stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl’s cheeks. “T-thank you…”

A smile tugged at the man’s lips. “No need to thank me.”

“Wha—” The girl began to ask when the man placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards.

Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the man’s retreating back.

oH MY GOD

I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE SOME INSPIRATIONAL HIPSTER POST BUT I THOUGHT WRONG

what

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED THIS IS NOT THE ENDING TO CINDERELLA

oh

(Source: naezekra, via thatpiercedblonde)