My names Ashleigh , named after Ashley Banks. I am 16 and mentally unstable . Loves it xo
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fromparis-with1ove: mark-pellegrino-is-my-king: cute-little-princess: ronweasley: twinamericas: 221cbakerstreet: aphotovici: lil-banshee: gaylienz: eviljohnlock-shipper: seaghdhasuil: No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart. Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs? Yes Welcome to Tumblr Oh god it hurts why would you ever The meteor was coming. Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother. “Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice. “Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence. “Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding. “Oh.” She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested. “Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?” “Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”  “How do we play?” One last look at the meteor- it was almost time. “Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach. “Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…” She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself. Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over. what the fuck is wrong with you WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART *ugly sobbing*
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Just stop reblogging pretty girls in bikini’s and shirtless boys for a second and reblog this, please.
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imagine-your-fav-character:

Imagine your favorite character barging into your room this moment, grabbing your hand, and taking you with them into their world

Lets be honest though most of us would be dead within a week

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dorkstrider:

why do women’s clothing designers believe that girls do not need pockets

It’s so they can sell us bags

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mrsmelchiorgabor:

the year is 2053. a girl lays on her bed wearing vintage ugg boots. ‘I was born in the wrong generation’ she sighs as she listens to taylor swift and cries over a one direction poster.

some kids are actually gonna be like this you do realize that

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