Amanda || 21
College Junior || Child and Family Studies Major
I am a Newlywed as of July 18th, 2013 & My husband is my best friend.
I post a lot of photos of puppies, kittens, fish, weddings, paradises and babies. I dig inspirational quotes, tattoos and funny clips as well.
I <3 Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, How I Met Your Mother, & The Office. I think sex and the human body are beautiful things. You will see both in my blog.
Writing and photography are passions of my mine.
*Unless otherwise noted, I do not own anything I post.

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abigailpaige:

i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

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sassy-spoon:

militiamedic:

writingmyrevenge:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:


“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.      54 seconds.     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?     30 seconds.     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.     25 seconds.     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.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     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.     10 seconds.     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.”

WHAT IF FOUR PEOPLE ALL BUMPED INTO EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME AND HAD TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE RIGHT PAIRINGS WERE

I’m just saying, I had a perfect evil plot twist for this.
The time is counting down, down, down. I grow excited, knowing there’s only seconds left. My breath catches in my throat; I’m going to meet her at long last. As the clock runs to zero, everything around me disappears and I lose all awareness of my surroundings. Suddenly I turn to look behind me. But there’s no soft brown, reader’s eyes looking back at me, no tumble of long, curly brown hair, no ready smile twisted in a joking smirk. It was a countdown after all, but it isn’t what I thought at all. 
The bus is on me and it’s too late to run.

But. But.
The beeping was what I remembered first. It was dark and I was cold, and my body felt limp with drugs and lack of use. It felt hard to breath, tiring even. I try to move and feel nothing but pain, and my attempt at yelling for someone comes out as nothing more than a gasp. The beeping increases. That damn beeping. But something else stirs, something to my side. Taking a few breaths, I attempt to open my eyes. The lights are blinding and my sight is blurry, but I blink it away.
And there she is. Hands fumbling, eyes glistening, face flushed red. There’s a marker in her hands, the same color as the doodled turtles and stick figures on my cast, the cast that ends abruptly at my knee. Her shaking hand tucks her messy hair behind her ear.
She smiles awkwardly. “I, uhh…I guess it was a pretty bad day to take the bus.”

Okay, reblogging for the first story. Speechless!

sassy-spoon:

militiamedic:

writingmyrevenge:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

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.
      54 seconds.
     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?
     30 seconds.
     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.
     25 seconds.
     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.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     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.
     10 seconds.
     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.”

WHAT IF FOUR PEOPLE ALL BUMPED INTO EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME AND HAD TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE RIGHT PAIRINGS WERE

I’m just saying, I had a perfect evil plot twist for this.

The time is counting down, down, down. I grow excited, knowing there’s only seconds left. My breath catches in my throat; I’m going to meet her at long last. As the clock runs to zero, everything around me disappears and I lose all awareness of my surroundings. Suddenly I turn to look behind me. But there’s no soft brown, reader’s eyes looking back at me, no tumble of long, curly brown hair, no ready smile twisted in a joking smirk. It was a countdown after all, but it isn’t what I thought at all. 

The bus is on me and it’s too late to run.

But. But.

The beeping was what I remembered first. It was dark and I was cold, and my body felt limp with drugs and lack of use. It felt hard to breath, tiring even. I try to move and feel nothing but pain, and my attempt at yelling for someone comes out as nothing more than a gasp. The beeping increases. That damn beeping. But something else stirs, something to my side. Taking a few breaths, I attempt to open my eyes. The lights are blinding and my sight is blurry, but I blink it away.

And there she is. Hands fumbling, eyes glistening, face flushed red. There’s a marker in her hands, the same color as the doodled turtles and stick figures on my cast, the cast that ends abruptly at my knee. Her shaking hand tucks her messy hair behind her ear.

She smiles awkwardly. “I, uhh…I guess it was a pretty bad day to take the bus.”

Okay, reblogging for the first story. Speechless!

(Source: illness-and-instruments)

bemusedlybespectacled:

ALWAYS REBLOG KAT DENNINGS SLAMMING SLUT SHAMING

(via sassy-spoon)

— I Miss Sleeping Next To You. (via fawun)

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Please, I’m dying.

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Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.

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I can only pray…….

(via queeniman)

My life ❤️

(Source: these-greatexpectations, via sassy-spoon)


bridlesandbows:

this must be what heaven looks like


Oh my god. The cure for depression.Gimme!

bridlesandbows:

this must be what heaven looks like

Oh my god. The cure for depression.
Gimme!

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“This seat’s taken.”

Love this man.

(Source: liz-comstock, via sassy-spoon)

colours-of-autumn:

msnbc:

“For the United States, the best is yet to come.” -Barack Obama
http://tv.msnbc.com
(AP Photo/Chris Carlson)

YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS PRECIOUS

colours-of-autumn:

msnbc:

“For the United States, the best is yet to come.” -Barack Obama

http://tv.msnbc.com

(AP Photo/Chris Carlson)

YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS PRECIOUS

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bootyaficionado:

doomed-prince:

waltie-chanlolz:

emersonlakeandpalmer:

myeccentricity:

mikelimabravo:

“I’m not ashamed to dress “like a woman” because I don’t think it’s shameful to be a woman.” -Iggy Pop

Reblog again.

Always reblog.

Love you

REBLOGGING FOREVER

“His manager asked “Ig, why are you wearing a womans dress?” and Iggy replied “I beg to differ, this is a mans dress.””

Iggy Pop is the fucking man.

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girl-bear:

campaignofdistractions:

“The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.”

EVERYONE
EVERYONE
EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THIS

girl-bear:

campaignofdistractions:

The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.

EVERYONE

EVERYONE

EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THIS

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