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What is it about the idea of wearing a guy’s clothes that makes it so sexy to us girls?

What is it about the idea of wearing a guy’s clothes that makes it so sexy to us girls?

This makes me so freakin’ happy. I LOVE Pooh.

This makes me so freakin’ happy. I LOVE Pooh.

(via e-mpires)

“We’re All Gonna Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“We’re All Gonna Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

(Source: ieaticecreamforbreakfast, via loong-hair-dont-care)

Why does my taste seem to be all over the place?

Why does my taste seem to be all over the place?

Disney - Making Even The Most Imperfectly Perfect Relationship You’ll Ever Have Into A Fairy Tale.

Disney - Making Even The Most Imperfectly Perfect Relationship You’ll Ever Have Into A Fairy Tale.

Fuckin’ wicked.

Fuckin’ wicked.

(Source: skate-high, via skate-high)

head1stfearless:

tell em

AMEN. GET YOUR OWN FOOD, BITCH!

head1stfearless:

tell em

AMEN. GET YOUR OWN FOOD, BITCH!

(via loong-hair-dont-care)

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Sea Fever; John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Sea Fever; John Masefield

(Source: , via isx)

What is it about the idea of wearing a guy’s clothes that makes it so sexy to us girls?

What is it about the idea of wearing a guy’s clothes that makes it so sexy to us girls?

This makes me so freakin’ happy. I LOVE Pooh.

This makes me so freakin’ happy. I LOVE Pooh.

(via e-mpires)

“We’re All Gonna Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“We’re All Gonna Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

(Source: ieaticecreamforbreakfast, via loong-hair-dont-care)

Westley <3

Westley <3

(Source: allthewonderful, via loong-hair-dont-care)

Why does my taste seem to be all over the place?

Why does my taste seem to be all over the place?

Disney - Making Even The Most Imperfectly Perfect Relationship You&#8217;ll Ever Have Into A Fairy Tale.

Disney - Making Even The Most Imperfectly Perfect Relationship You’ll Ever Have Into A Fairy Tale.

Fuckin&#8217; wicked.

Fuckin’ wicked.

(Source: skate-high, via skate-high)

head1stfearless:

tell em

AMEN. GET YOUR OWN FOOD, BITCH!

head1stfearless:

tell em

AMEN. GET YOUR OWN FOOD, BITCH!

(via loong-hair-dont-care)

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel&#8217;s kick and the wind&#8217;s song and the white sail&#8217;s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea&#8217;s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull&#8217;s way and the whale&#8217;s way, where the wind&#8217;s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick&#8217;s over.
Sea Fever; John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Sea Fever; John Masefield

(Source: , via isx)

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Someone said I should actually put an about me here. I don't see why. I'm terribly boring. My name is Catty, I'm a Jersey girl who's going to be twenty-one soon enough, and I like pretty pictures and sarcasm. That good enough for you?

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