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Ariana Grande

—A Little Bit Of Your Heart

written by Harry Styles and Johan Carlsson

i don’t ever ask you
where you’ve been
and i don’t feel the need to
know who you’re with
i can’t even think straight
but i can tell
that you were just with her
and i’ll still be your fool
i’m a fool for you

[chorus:]
just a little bit of your heart [x3]
is all i want
just a little bit of your heart [x2]
just a little bit is all i’m asking for

i don’t ever tell you
how i really feel
'cause
i can’t find the words to
say what i mean
nothing’s ever easy
that’s what they say
i know i’m not your only
but i’ll still be your fool
'cause i'm a fool for you

[chorus]

i know i’m not your only
but at least i’m one

i heard a little love
is better than none

[chorus x2]

(Source: quitespecial)

  • nicki minaj: this dude named michael used to ride motorcycles, dick bigger than a tower, i aint talking about eiffel
  • michael:
  • michael: *smirks*
  • michael: SHES TALKING ABOUT ME GUYS

curvellas:

tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.

(via larryships-ziam)

theweirdpart:

posyes:

i went to school with a pair of identical twins and one time one of them was like “i’m so hot, i’d fuck me” and he turned to wink suggestively at his brother who just batted his eyelashes and blew a kiss at him

did you go to ouran highschool

(Source: nellhorin, via larryships-ziam)

Anonymous asked: there are things more important than niall stfu

2011fringeboy:

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months before you say Eleven when they ask you. And you don’t feel smart eleven, not until you’re almost twelve. That’s the way it is.

From Eleven, by Sandra Cisneros

 

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iithil:

gallifreyanturtles:

And let’s talk about the fact that Joseph Gordon Levitt himself said the point of the movie is not so you’d feel bad for him and fall in love with him, it’s so you’d realize how selfish some people are.
Actual quote from him from an interview:
The (500) Days of Summer attitude of ‘He wants you so bad’ seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is.”
"He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.”

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

(Source: nickmillers, via cheredyles)