OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS BOY MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD

My world

Waking up for school like

me every morning on monday

Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.

Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.

Life. There’s always a way to make it work.

This woman runs PARLIAMENT with a baby in her lap and she’s CLEARLY doing an outstanding job because she’s still there being a total boss two years later, baby still in her lap.

“A baby will destroy your career-”

Really

Are you sure?

Because I’m pretty sure that Licia Ronzulli would laugh at that declaration.

Clear your mind here

More inspiring quotes here

getting to the end of a concert like

Lol

Me

I need this

Me in a picture

oh. oh my god.

this is genuinely the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

This is a book store called El Ateneo in Buenos Aires, Argentina! You can have coffee while sitting on the stage. One of my favorite places in my city.

It’s a BOOKSTORE?!

there are balconies where you can sit to read too 

and that’s the stage where you can have a coffee :)

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I want to go I just has a heart attack

Silent Messages - Jack G Imagine

Author’s Note: I decided not to make this so sad, but listen to Peaches - New Heights. I hope you enjoy. :-)

*Jack’s G POV*

I saw her sitting there. I didn’t know who she was, but her ear phones were plugged in and she had a pencil moving in her hands. I don’t know what made me say hi, but I did.

She was beautiful. Honestly, she looked so carefree, she looked content with her life. With herself.

“Hi, my name’s Jack.” I smiled.

She smiled back, instead of saying her name, she pulled out a post it. She wrote her name down, and passed it too me including the pencil. When I read her name out loud, she nodded and grinned.

I wrote back, asking her what she was listening too. She wrote back saying, you have to get to know me before I even give you privilege to hear my music.

I smirked. “Well then, I’ll get to know you.”

I wrote down 10 questions, asking her what her favorite color, last name, birthday, favorite TV show, simple things like that.

I was surprised when she could explain each of her answers beautifully. Her answers made me speechless, it amused me.

Occasionally I would make her laugh by writing something stupid like I usually do.

Soon, she had to go, but she wrote me a post it saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” With that darn cute smiley face at the end.

I nodded and I saw her vanish. That’s how I got closer to her. Every day I would see her sitting there, always earlier than me. She had a whole endless supply of sticky notes, just to talk to me.

I always called her beautiful, and she would blush and deny it. She would always write back, “If you knew the real me, you wouldn’t say that.”

I would always tell her to shush, because she was too doubtful. She was beautiful inside and out. Nothing could change my mind about that. Nothing.

I found it fucking adorable. How she had color coded ones to express her thoughts. Ones that showed her excitement, ones that showed how she felt. She was just so gentle and peaceful. Patient.

One day, out of no where she was looking at me. Like she appreciated me for being here. And I know most girls don’t do this, but she pressed her lips against mines first. I was so surprised, hey let’s just say I really enjoyed it. For an innocent girl, she sure didn’t kiss like one. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and my hands wrapped around her waist. I remembered slipping my tongue in, and let’s just say, she knew exactly what to do.

It became a routine for me. And I think it got to the point if I didn’t see her, I would freak out and think she was ditching me.

As days went on, I started to realize I was showing up first. She was running late, and she always apologized for being so over a thousand times. When she was running late she would always write a post it for each minute she was late. That’s how she was. She never really forgave herself if she was late.

One day, I finally felt like I knew hew enough, to ask her if I can listen to her music. She wrote, “It’s not the same music you listen to. Not the same kind of songs you know.”

I wrote down, I don’t care I just want to know more about you. She smiled, and she took off her ear phones slowly. She passed them to me, and I placed it over my ears so quickly.

What I heard was such a surprise. I thought she was playing a prank.

“I don’t hear anything.” I whispered.

She looked straight at me in the eyes. And moved her hands. I didn’t know what she was saying, so she had to write it down.

“I can’t talk, and I can barely hear. Yeah, I’m sorry I wasted your time. I’m pathetic I know. Why would a guy like you, who can talk, who can hear, who can sing, talk to someone like me? Why would he call me beautiful when there were tons of other girls that were stunning? When you first talked to me, I thought it was a prank. But you kept coming day after day. And I realized you cared. You wanted to get to know me. No one ever has. So I opened up. Gosh, sorry I’m tearing up. But I understand if you think I’m different. That I’m wired. That I’m an outcast. I’m sorry. Maybe I should go. If you come here tomorrow, it means you still want to be in my life, if you don’t I understand.” She passed the note to me, and got up and left.

After I read it, I ran to look for her, but she was already gone. The next day, I waited for her, she never came. The next day she never came. Day after day she didn’t. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore, I wrote a message down.

“I miss you. If you still want to be a part of my life you’ll show up tomorrow.” I left it there. Praying that she would show show up.

The next day, I sat there. Waiting for her to come. The sun was setting down, and I was about to head home. I heard someone running, and stopped in front of me panting.

She looked at me, and handed me a sticky note.

“Do you still want to deal with this me?”

I gave her a sticky note.

“You are still beautiful to me.”

She read it and I saw tears form in her eyes. I wiped her tears away, and placed my hands on her cheeks.

“You will always be beautiful to me. No matter what.”

And I pressed my lips against hers. She was worth it. And I don’t care what anyone says.

Always pee before painting your nails I cannot stress this enough

Lol this is true

Please eat. Please don't hurt yourself in anyway. Please get some sleep. You are enough you are loved you can make it. Please. I believe in you.

Yes

Imagine if there was a school for all the people on tumblr and we just went to school and took pictures all day

quality ig: fetchingwifi

Wish this statement was true