favorite flower: white calla lilies
favorite fruit: cantaloupe
favorite ice-cream flavor: pistachio
favorite pastime: reading
day or night: night
chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
how do you take you coffee/tea: i’m a latte girl, 3 sweeteners and LOTS of milk
zodiac sign: cancer
your catchphrase: be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
This is why I ship Swan Queen:
I don’t understand what people mean when they say ‘It doesn’t make sense.’ Emma and Regina would be the most torturous, poetic love story on television. The idea that the Savior and the Evil Queen fall in love, cancelling out all feuding within their family. The Savior saving the one who truly needed it most is an endlessly romantic concept that would round the show off in the best possible way. Their relationship shows the most tremendous development and it only makes sense that it should continue to grow. The concept has such clarity.
“Look around you." The thing is they both had the entire town to look at and yet they automatically looked at each other.
AND THEY SHARE A SON FOR CHRIST’S SAKE
I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself and now, now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared. I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, it’s coming face-to-face with who you really are. Because once you’re behind these walls there’s nowhere to run. The truth catches up with you in here and it’s the truth that’s going to make you her bitch.
fanfiction should be taken a lot more seriously as literature. True, some of it isn’t really excellent writing and some is just smut but let me tell you i have read some fics that are beautifully well done and turned my life upside down and legitimately gave me feelings for days and if that’s not real literature then what is
TV MEME REVISITED; 10 FAVOURITE SHOWS
What’s worse? New wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve over come. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s what we like to think but that’s not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.