20 year old Torontonian. I aspire to be an actress & my biggest dream is to move to California some day. Used to be a Nikita blog until the show got cancelled, and now it's multifandom: still some occasional Nikita, Orphan Black, Teen Wolf, and my newest obsession, Once Upon A Time, as well as some miscellaneous things. Follow me if you want virtual cookies!

 

Henna from #BuskerFest downtown #Toronto

Henna from #BuskerFest downtown #Toronto

sometimes my laptop gets really hot and starts burning my leg but i fight through the pain because i am a blogging warrior

(Source: partybarackisinthehousetonight)

barnacleboyofficial:

maljoylove:

indiscoverable:

stardustkr7:

justplainsomething:

morice:

songs that have an amazingly catchy and cool tune but really uncomfortable lyrics

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I think we’re all thinking of the same thing but don’t dare speak its name for fear of summoning it.

The-song-that-must-not-be-named

We don’t talk about it

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ARE THOSE BLURRED FUCKING LIMES

(Source: moraniarty)

"I’m like a shooting star, I’ve come so far. I can’t go back to where I used to be."

(Source: janeportar)

Me: No it's ok I'll be alright I don't wanna burden you with my emotional garbage don't worry

Me: FRIEND IS SAD? TELL ME EVERYTHING. DON'T HOLD BACK. I'M HERE FOR YOU. DO YOU WANT ICE CREAM? BLANKET? I'VE CLEARED THE NEXT 5 HOURS OF MY SCHEDULE, TALK TO ME. I BROUGHT OREOS.

spectromagiic:

nowthatswhaticallblogging:

astrangebohemian:

haildisney:

kristoffbjorgman:

catie-does-things:

[ PASSIONATELY SINGS A SONG IN A LANGUAGE I DON’T UNDERSTAND] 

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I love how they’re all Disney.

I love how the person who sings Belle passionately doesn’t know what bonjour means 

(Source: syntonic-s)

a smile.
         a kiss.
                  a  t e a  r  d r o p.

straight-as-a-curly-fry:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

ok y’all 

how do i ask a boy out 

roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two

OH MY GOD NO

twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car

STOP IT

row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream

I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory

(Source: bearsnbritts)

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

Carl Sagan (via zeldawilliams)

She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

Brian Andreas (via zeldawilliams)