"My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible."
"Everybody does it; it’s just that nobody talks about it."
"You could be a model. It’s too bad you’re not sexy."
"It’s not like you have a husband - unless you’re married to Jesus."
"Aww, she’s crying. Little baby upset about the big bad book."
"Who are you spying on? That her?"
"The only thing you’ll be riding is me."
"People shouldn’t experience the act of love until they are in love."
"You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love."
"How can someone so charming be so manipulative?"
"Keep your legs together. This isn’t Jamaica."
"My, what an adorable shirt you’re wearing!"
"So, what are you doing in your room?"
"Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?"
"I didn’t mean to offend you."
"This sure doesn’t taste like an iced tea. "
"He told me loved me, and I believed him."
""I love you"? My God. You are completely pussy-whipped."
"What happened to us?"
"How do you do it? Where do you get your strength?"
"Could you be more queer?"
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."
"I have a reputation to uphold."
"Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over her. It’s over you."
"You’re telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn’t?"
"Get your ass on the bed and prepare for the fuck of your life."
"Now tell me, are you in… or are you out?"
"How dare you treat me with such disrespect!"
"How is your gold-digging, whore of a mother enjoying Bali?"
"Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way."
"Jesus Christ, where have you been?"
"I hate it when things don’t go my way. It makes me so horny."
"Why can’t we be together?"
"I don’t trust myself with you."
"This isn’t working out for me anymore."
"There’s something I have to tell you."
"It’s not you. It’s me… I’m completely fucked up."
"I thought I was in love with you but it was just a lie."
"I just… I just wanted to see what you were like in bed."
"The fact of the matter is, there is someone I love."
"You mean nothing to me!"
"You were just a conquest."
"That little wager of yours? Count me in."
"I’ll give you something you’ve been obsessing about."
"You’ve got yourself a bet, baby."
"I can’t win with you."
"E-mail is for geeks and pedophiles."
"God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex."
"You’re in love with her, you don’t love me anymore."
"Look at yourself, look at what you’ve been reduced to!"
"People don’t change overnight. You and I are two of a kind."
"I’m willing to take my chances."
"Sometimes, I wanna kill myself."
"I don’t fuck losers."
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.” — Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (via doctorrsong)
out of blooms : It’s been a long day and I’m not going to make much sense if I stick around. I’m getting out of here, but I’ll be back tomorrow or Thursday.
Till then, stay classy.
Thanks again to all who participated in my giveaway! I hope to do another one in the fall.
If we kissed:
-  This wouldn’t happen.
-  Oh disgusting.
-  Again, again.
-  Kiss you back.
-  Let’s take this to the bedroom.
-  Slap/Push you away.
-  Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
-  Um no.
-  I’m taken-
-  Sure.
-  HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
-  No.
-  Ew.
-  Sure.
-  YES.
-  Let’s do it.
-  No. You can’t handle my d.
-  FUCK YES.
-  No.
Should you reblog this?:
-  Yes. I want to send you one.
-  Yes.
-  No.
-  You already did.
Regal Believer Appreciation Week
Day 1: Favorite Regina!Mommy/Henry!Son moments
It was a known fact that history often repeated itself. Belle was bright enough to always acknowledge the little recurring themes and perhaps even appreciate them, but the one which she ran from was another matter. Again she’d walked away from Rumplestiltskin, turning her back and leaving before he could change his mind and stop her.
His words had cut deep, perforating wounds which had healed over long ago, yet the cuts were easily found anew. Belle hadn’t been able to formulate a response for the effort it took her to absorb what he’d said. Not a word did she utter as she ran out of their home. The sun would soon set and yet she cared not — her feet led her of their own accord as she let her tears fall free.
Send me a body part and I’ll post headcanon on it.
- Head: What does your muse usually dream about?
- Hair: How does your muse feel about their appearance?
- Eyes: How does your muse handle intense emotions?
- Cheeks: What makes your muse smile?
- Ears: What kind of music does your muse listen to/play?
- Nose: What memory does your muse’s favorite scent trigger?
- Lips: Has your muse kissed anyone? Anyone they’d like to kiss?
- Throat: What is your muse’s greatest fear?
- Shoulders: What is the heaviest burden your muse carries?
- Arms: What is your muse’s greatest strength?
- Hands: What is your muse’s greatest regret?
- Chest: What item or person does your muse treasure most?
- Stomach: Can your muse cook?
- Legs: What goal(s) is your muse working toward?
- Ankles: Tell me a weakness your muse has.
- Feet: What will your muse stand up for no matter what?