the-exit

galesofnovember:

theafterswarm:

it’s just important to me that taylor made this face as selena leaned in to kiss jbieb’s cheek.
EDIT: upon closer inspection, it seems the biebs went in for a kiss-kiss like on the lips and selena did the bob and weave and they ended up cheek kissing like my great-aunt from canada. but taylor made the gross face when he went in for the lip lock and that makes this gif all the better.

I love this face she makes latter on when the biebs apparently won’t stop chatting with selena. Also note: she, the red headed girl and selena are holding hands through out all of this.

theafterswarm:

it’s just important to me that taylor made this face as selena leaned in to kiss jbieb’s cheek.

EDIT: upon closer inspection, it seems the biebs went in for a kiss-kiss like on the lips and selena did the bob and weave and they ended up cheek kissing like my great-aunt from canada. but taylor made the gross face when he went in for the lip lock and that makes this gif all the better.

I love this face she makes latter on when the biebs apparently won’t stop chatting with selena. Also note: she, the red headed girl and selena are holding hands through out all of this.

There was a period of time when I was not feeling things. It was terrible. Sometimes it’s good to grow a tough hide— for press stuff, maybe. But when I hear people say that they won’t get a dog because they had one when they were a kid and it died, or that they don’t want to fall in love because it hurts too much, I’m like, “fuck you.”

I really believe in completely being naive and having high hopes when meeting someone new. I can kind of re-do my stupidity or my naivete. It pisses me off to think that we’re conditioned to push away bad feelings and to think that anything that’s uncomfortable is something to be avoided. When things are really bad nowadays, I recognize the value in it because it’s me filling my quota— it’s going to make my joy more intense later.

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—	Fiona Apple, I love you. (via 290104)

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

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—	Anaïs Nin (via gowns)

lanaismygoddess:

“I have a flight to catch”