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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as one of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as one of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

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Time

baddaykid:

Time keeps on moving…

And I’ve lost you along the way…

Where have I gone?

In regards to her newest video release “Wrecking Ball”… people, stop it. Okay? Stop slut-shaming. Stop making sexuality taboo. So she licked a sledge hammer? So she was naked on a wrecking ball? Big deal… There’s MUCH worse than that out there. The fact is she’s an adult and she ISN’T Hannah Montana anymore. She hasn’t been Hannah Montana in almost 3 years. She was never really Hannah Montana, guys. Yet so many of you act like she has to lead a life just like the character she played on a children’s show. She was a child and now, seemingly to everyone’s surprise, she is growing up. Everyone grows up and starts to experiment with their sexuality. But Miley faces the issue of having to grow up in the spotlight. Of having to break out of her shell and into adulthood with all eyes on her… and all of those eyes bear criticism. So, what’s best for everyone in this situation is to stop connecting her to Hannah Montana. Think about how you felt growing up and having the adults in your life treat you like a child. Now think about how Miley is experiencing that on a level that you may not be able to comprehend. Let her grow up and be an adult. Don’t criticize her for the same things you were doing at her age. Don’t get me wrong… I’m not defending Miley’s VMA performance or her drug habits (or mention of drug use in her lyrics). But, I am defending Miley’s voyage into adulthood… where she will make mistakes and have to learn from them. Where she will experiment and ultimately find herself (or create herself) along the way. Stop comparing her to a character… to a role she played as a child. Besides, if you’re that concerned with your child(ren) idolizing Miley then do something about it! You have that control. If you’d stop thinking of her as Hannah Montana you’d realize that she’s an adult and your children probably have no business listening to her music, anyway. Stop slut-shaming and acting like your so appalled by sex! And if you really are that appalled, do yourself a favor - don’t watch her music videos. I give her credit for “Wrecking Ball”… at least she’s putting her heart out there and trying to be creative and, although not very well executed, she threw in a lot of meaningful symbolism which is more than a lot of our leading entertainers can say.

In regards to her newest video release “Wrecking Ball”… people, stop it. Okay? Stop slut-shaming. Stop making sexuality taboo. So she licked a sledge hammer? So she was naked on a wrecking ball? Big deal… There’s MUCH worse than that out there. The fact is she’s an adult and she ISN’T Hannah Montana anymore. She hasn’t been Hannah Montana in almost 3 years. She was never really Hannah Montana, guys. Yet so many of you act like she has to lead a life just like the character she played on a children’s show. She was a child and now, seemingly to everyone’s surprise, she is growing up. Everyone grows up and starts to experiment with their sexuality. But Miley faces the issue of having to grow up in the spotlight. Of having to break out of her shell and into adulthood with all eyes on her… and all of those eyes bear criticism. So, what’s best for everyone in this situation is to stop connecting her to Hannah Montana. Think about how you felt growing up and having the adults in your life treat you like a child. Now think about how Miley is experiencing that on a level that you may not be able to comprehend. Let her grow up and be an adult. Don’t criticize her for the same things you were doing at her age. Don’t get me wrong… I’m not defending Miley’s VMA performance or her drug habits (or mention of drug use in her lyrics). But, I am defending Miley’s voyage into adulthood… where she will make mistakes and have to learn from them. Where she will experiment and ultimately find herself (or create herself) along the way. Stop comparing her to a character… to a role she played as a child. Besides, if you’re that concerned with your child(ren) idolizing Miley then do something about it! You have that control. If you’d stop thinking of her as Hannah Montana you’d realize that she’s an adult and your children probably have no business listening to her music, anyway. Stop slut-shaming and acting like your so appalled by sex! And if you really are that appalled, do yourself a favor - don’t watch her music videos. I give her credit for “Wrecking Ball”… at least she’s putting her heart out there and trying to be creative and, although not very well executed, she threw in a lot of meaningful symbolism which is more than a lot of our leading entertainers can say.

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thrashin-nordic-ripshred-reaper:

Skål!

THSI IS 10000% THE MOST BADASS EVER

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crying!!

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minorfour:

Anyone else notice Mushu the dragon is Mulan’s tattoo…?

This is the coolest shit I have ever seen.

Let’s not forget this one

thinking-of-a-mermaid-lagoon:

heroofnurserygames:

thinking-of-a-mermaid-lagoon:

heroofnurserygames:





*smirk*

*slowly stops crying and looks at him* You are absolutely ridiculous. *giggle*

Im wonderful!

Yes, I suppose you can be both.

O_O It’s so awesome.

…this is the first time I’ve seen disney princess stuff that I’d actually want as prints. Also, part of me is glad Tiana’s not in this bunch bc there’s only so much potential to be wrong-headed about things from my cultural background I can take in a day. But if this artist actually got it? Tiana, queen of the zombies would be amazing.

anyone else notice how mulan is the avatar

Oh god.

except that tiana is indeed in this series and she’s the best fucking one period

actually shit they left out kida, tiana, pocahontas, rapunzel and maid marian

Holy shitballs!

Disney seen through a darker lens. I love it. I can’t choose a favourite. 

I can’t deal with this awesomeness. Holy shite.

I’m dying with glee.

These are so beautifully made.

The artwork.

The concepts.

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SO AMAZING! I CANT! O_O

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Unffff

Unffff

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This makes me giggle so hard!

This makes me giggle so hard!

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Reblog if you think the next disney prince should be GAY.

4 million and counting

5 million

This should get to 10 million, come on people.

Always reblog when it comes up on my dash.

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