If this gets 3 million notes I’ll make a dress out of these
And wear it to the nearest major city
SIGNAL BOOST AND IF IT GETS TO FOUR MILLION YOU’VE GOT TO MAKE A TIARA THAT MATCHES.
YOU’RE GONNA REGRET PUTTING THIS ON TUMBLR
OMG I’VE NOT BEEN THIS EXCITED SINCE THE FLUFFY CHICKEN POST
Sherlock is inspired.
NO THAT’S BAD
SHERLOCK THAT ISN’T HOW YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TELL JOHN YOU LIKE HIM
SHERLOCK. STOP. NO. BAD SHERLOCK.
DONT BE GETTING ANY IDEAS NOW MR. HOLMES
SHERLOCK YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD
omg my brother just came n my room and threw a micheal jackson cd at me
YOU’VE BEEN HIT BY
YOU’VE BEEN STRUCK BY
A SMOOOTH CRIMINAL
no you don’t reblog this it hit me in the face
he came back in and said “annie you okay?”
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
FUCK PERFECT SOMEHOW THE GUY SEEMS FUCKING PERFECT TOO AH FUCK
IML AUGHING S OMUCH OMG THIS MAKES LITERSALLY ZERO SENSE LIKE ISTHE CUPBOARD TOOO LOUD WHEN HE OPENNS IT????H OW DOES TH AT HAPPEN OMG I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND
gUYS REMEMBER WHEN ZACK AND CODY WENT TO A PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ESTEBAN WAS THE SASSY ESTEBANITA
Science experiment: Who is easiest to summon?
The only way to find out is to reblog and wait. Wait patiently. Just wait. It will be good I promise.
fuck you vegans aren’t your source of entertainment you animal killers.
and the vegan wins
All Time Low: Rainy Lullabies
“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography
“I want to wear shorts but i didnt shave” the sequel.
“i want to wear shorts but apparently it will give all males in a 20 mile radius a raging boner so school said i couldn’t” the trilogy
Dan looks so cute ahaha
is nobody going to mention phils ‘i am ready for sex take me now’ pose
Reblog if your boobs glow in the dark.
mine go ding when there’s stuff
mine can tell when it’s raining