Desirae, 20, dancer and artist. Stuff and fluff I like includes ballet, movies and tv shows, all kinds of art, clothes, crafts, and whatever else makes me smile.
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solitary-function:

Steampunk Adventure Time!
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elemesy:

what’s the use of praying if there’s nobody who hears?

Oh well I didn’t need my heart anyways

merlinfanatic77:

biinarykid:

wtfrobin:

oflivingthings:

Snow White. Bengal. Golden. White.

Oh hell yeah this is the coolest picture ever

looks like God ran out of printer ink

reblogging for comment 

Anonymous asked: What is your ultimate fantasy?

becomingathena:

Financial stability.

m4d-minute:

millenniumfalconteahouse:

timelady-of-221b:

joeeatspeople:

yesidolikecoatsbigtime:

Types of people who romanticize small town life:

  1. People who didn’t grow up in small towns

#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST

#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS

#WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE GANGSTERS YOU ARE WHITE AND THERE ARE COWS OUTSIDE

#I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE THEY JUST CLOSED DOWN THE ONLY PIZZA PLACE #YOU’RE ALL IDIOTS #I HATE IT HERE

You know what that Bow needs? Another Bow on it.
Ancient Lolita Proverb (via berlin—chair) ←

nymeriasings:

legitfitneverquits:

littlemissmollymormon:

I don’t go running because I want to be thin.

I go running because

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who’s

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this is literally my favorite running post of all time. hands down.

of all the so-called inspirational posts about runing, this one makes me want to pick up running most.

Science can purify religion from error and superstition. Religion can purify science from idolatry and false absolutes.
St. John Paul II (via peterapostle) ←

sassy-hook:

pleasant-trees:

aprilsvigil:

manticoreimaginary:

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that f***er to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be p***ing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

qvw:

reblog if this horse is prettier than you