Running? Sure. I’m all about running. Baths. Out of time. “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush. Four years ago, when I actually attempted to run, I’d wheeze, lose my shoes and publicly fumble around in my bra to disentangle my sweaty boobs. After a particularly bad sprint to the bus (which I missed), I gazed far into the sunset, brandished my fist over my head and swore to my ancestors that I’d never run again.
—  Running Up That Hill [x]
Fairy Tail Couples Working Out Together.




Gruvia I think we all know the answer to this one.

(if there were any others you wanted me to do so for this one just message me)