savylea:

guacley:

savylea replied to your post: The worst part after a good shower is having to get dressed.

Then don’t. Sit around naked. It’s awesome.

Yes, thank you for encouraging my bad habits.

I’ve been told I’m a horrible role model. Mostly by my mother. Usually in reference to what I teach my six year old sister.

I don’t know man. If she can handle wasabi, I think she can handle you.

Oh dear. I’ve taught her many things my mother wishes I hadn’t. For example today.

Mom called my brother and I from the living room and wanted us to come see her. Miles was playing video games and I was watching. So I yelled back that we were busy. The next thing I hear is her ask Paris to go get us, and Paris simply replies: “I’m busy.” In her adorable voice. She’d never said that sort of thing before that moment. My mother instantly yelled: “YOU SEE WHAT YOU TEACH HER BANANA? DO YOU SEE?”

guacley:

savylea replied to your post: The worst part after a good shower is having to get dressed.

Then don’t. Sit around naked. It’s awesome.

Yes, thank you for encouraging my bad habits.

I’ve been told I’m a horrible role model. Mostly by my mother. Usually in reference to what I teach my six year old sister.

labish:

IT’S FINALLY DONE.

There’s a few glitches that are too late to fix though, but hopefully you guys enjoy it.

I’ll gif out a few scenarios later :)

*insert internal screaming here*

edarow:

隠者

gameofgifs:

“Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip. The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done.

”Someone give the girl something to cover herself with” the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her chin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.

Paris. 6 years old. Professional Daredevil. Just ate wasabi. (Taken with instagram)

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

shockingandpsycho:

Askin all dem questions

Assuming.

cheza--bear asked: "☁ I REQUIRE A THEME SONG FROM YOUR FACE."

Call Me In the Morning - Taking Back Sunday

…well it’s happier than the one your Ipod gave us? o u o

Send me a ☁, I’ll put my music in shuffle and tell you our song