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itswhereimmeanttogo:

It’s like,

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Disney

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done

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before?

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For gods sake, Ariel had a nude scene.

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YOU ARE MISSING THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE …!

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REBLOGGING FOR THE LAST POST

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riotsandrhymes:

Do you Know what is happening in Venezuela? This is what is happening. This is what has been happening during a week. The students have been protesting in a pacific way against the repressive and tyrant government that we have since 1999 (yes, 15 years living with insecurity, food and medicine shortages, deprivation of liberty, and media blackout) and what is the police and the army doing? Beating us, shooting us, and recently some students were condemned to jail for 13 years!! For what crime? For claiming justice and democracy. Please, share this post, the world needs to know.

#PrayForVenezuela

#SOSVenezuela

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‘아’해봐 ‘아~’

아’해봐 ‘아~’

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travislatrine:

thedailymeme:

I spent my two-hour layover mourning the two halves of my Ovation. Help me save others from the same fate!

SIGNAL BOOST. I honestly didn’t know this.

#my dad - a professional musician - has many horror stories from people who didn’t know this and had their guitars totally wrecked on planes #advice duck

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travislatrine:

thedailymeme:

I spent my two-hour layover mourning the two halves of my Ovation. Help me save others from the same fate!

SIGNAL BOOST. I honestly didn’t know this.

#my dad - a professional musician - has many horror stories from people who didn’t know this and had their guitars totally wrecked on planes #advice duck

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escafeism:

What happens to a woman’s pride before and after she fell in love?

Before:

As much as the bible says that we are all equal and created in the image of God. We are still different, from our soles to crown, and from our pores to our own DNA’s. If we would talk about men and women, we’re not only different because of physical attributes. But we are also different with our own individuality. For men, are created with high built egos. While, women are created with high pride. And, I wouldn’t tackle about men’s ego because they are too mainstream, but instead tackle about women’s pride.

The moment a woman is born, it is already given that she has a pride in her veins. She might not be too stubborn or arrogant, to point out that she is a woman full of pride. But she shows it in every move she takes. In a discreet way, like when her mom kept on comparing her with someone else, she would try to sort out her strengths against that person she’s being compared at, just to situate her pride again. Or, in a competitive way, when she saw her rival, top higher than her, there’s a feeling that she wants to study more and be in a top higher than her rival. Or, in a strong-willed way, when she finds out that her bestfriend will be confronting her, she will always think of things how she would look like the winner in the confrontation.

After: 

But when she fells in love, she’s already tamed. She doesn’t care if she’ll call him consecutively at the middle of the night. She doesn’t care if she’ll flood him with messages of desperation. She doesn’t care is she’ll cry and plead face to face.

Because she loves him so much. 

She loves him so much that she forgot all her pride, because that man is way too precious than pride. She loves him so much that she thinks that her pride, is no longer about keeping her dignity, but instead it’s keeping that one person she loves.

And I think, that’s the nature of love. Love is when you don’t care about what would people would say, because he’s the only one that matters. 

Man From Another Star (drama) - 2013

thewritershelpers:

rightfulqueenofhell:

DO NOT DRINK, BATHE WITH, LAUNDER OR EVEN BOIL YOUR WATER.

THERE HAS BEEN A CHEMICAL LEAK. AREA HAS BEEN DECLARED A FEDERAL EMERGENCY.

  • WATER IS TOXIC IN WEST VIRIGINIA DO NOT USE IT. AT ALL.

I know I’m not American but I know some of my followers are. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Please let your loved ones in the area know.

For more information: http://www.wchstv.com/newsroom/eyewitness/140109_22268.shtml

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dirtystorytime:

How to treat a woman.
Caress her face. Stare into her eyes. Love her.
I by no means claim to be an expert. But to me romance is the time you spend NOT making love. Yes, all of that time. It’s a 24 hour a day job, loving your lady. 
How do I love my lady?
Like this..
I wake up early, and make her breakfast in bed. On work days. I’m late to work, a lot.
I send her texts that say “You look fantastic today” and when she replies “LOL, you don’t even know what I’m wearing” I send back “I don’t have to, to know you’re beautiful”
I take her for picnics. Walks in the park. Bike rides. We talk on the phone. I take her shopping, I spoil her. Not just with material things, but with time, with emotion, with love, with compliments. 
I don’t just make her ‘feel like’ she is the only woman in the world. I make her know, she is the only woman in my world. Time stops for her. 
It’s scratching her back when you wake up in the middle of the night, just to touch her skin. It’s snuggling back into her. It’s about shedding the blankets and cuddling to keep warm.
I protect her and stand up for her, because nobody gets away with upsetting the woman I love.
It’s when I come home, with a bouquet of flowers. Her asking “what’s the occasion” and you saying “It’s our anniversary.” Her puzzled look. “Fourty Three months. Six days. Did you forget?” - Make EVERY day special. For no reason at all, except that you want to. For her.
When we go out, for dinner, to a movie, wherever, I hold the door open, I walk at her pace. 
It’s about listening to her. Absorbing her words. Feeling what she feels. Not about thinking what you’re going to say next, waiting for your turn to talk. 
It’s paying attention, to understand her perfect day, her perfect moment, the times when she is happiest. It’s about fulfilling those dreams with her.
It’s about stopping in a crowded room, staring at her, watching her grace. It’s the moment when she catches you, and not looking away, but smiling at her. It’s when she smiles back, and you mouth ‘I love you’. While all her friends watch. Making her blush, and her heart melt.
It’s whispering something filthy in her ear at the most inopportune moment, and following it up with “Let’s get out of here.” Like at a wedding reception. Or even better, YOUR wedding reception.
Most of all, it’s about sincerity. It’s about doing all of those things, and meaning it, one hundred percent of the time. 
I could go on. There’s a million things you can do to be thoughtful. It costs nothing and takes no effort, if you’re truly in love.

dirtystorytime:

How to treat a woman.

Caress her face. Stare into her eyes. Love her.

I by no means claim to be an expert. But to me romance is the time you spend NOT making love. Yes, all of that time. It’s a 24 hour a day job, loving your lady. 

How do I love my lady?

Like this..

I wake up early, and make her breakfast in bed. On work days. I’m late to work, a lot.

I send her texts that say “You look fantastic today” and when she replies “LOL, you don’t even know what I’m wearing” I send back “I don’t have to, to know you’re beautiful”

I take her for picnics. Walks in the park. Bike rides. We talk on the phone. I take her shopping, I spoil her. Not just with material things, but with time, with emotion, with love, with compliments. 

I don’t just make her ‘feel like’ she is the only woman in the world. I make her know, she is the only woman in my world. Time stops for her. 

It’s scratching her back when you wake up in the middle of the night, just to touch her skin. It’s snuggling back into her. It’s about shedding the blankets and cuddling to keep warm.

I protect her and stand up for her, because nobody gets away with upsetting the woman I love.

It’s when I come home, with a bouquet of flowers. Her asking “what’s the occasion” and you saying “It’s our anniversary.” Her puzzled look. “Fourty Three months. Six days. Did you forget?” - Make EVERY day special. For no reason at all, except that you want to. For her.

When we go out, for dinner, to a movie, wherever, I hold the door open, I walk at her pace. 

It’s about listening to her. Absorbing her words. Feeling what she feels. Not about thinking what you’re going to say next, waiting for your turn to talk. 

It’s paying attention, to understand her perfect day, her perfect moment, the times when she is happiest. It’s about fulfilling those dreams with her.

It’s about stopping in a crowded room, staring at her, watching her grace. It’s the moment when she catches you, and not looking away, but smiling at her. It’s when she smiles back, and you mouth ‘I love you’. While all her friends watch. Making her blush, and her heart melt.

It’s whispering something filthy in her ear at the most inopportune moment, and following it up with “Let’s get out of here.” Like at a wedding reception. Or even better, YOUR wedding reception.

Most of all, it’s about sincerity. It’s about doing all of those things, and meaning it, one hundred percent of the time. 

I could go on. There’s a million things you can do to be thoughtful. It costs nothing and takes no effort, if you’re truly in love.

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