Sweet Life
16. Junior. 408. ALHS. Give me food.
God, why are all the Peter Pans so perfect.
PETER FUCKING PAN.
I met him once. When I went to DisneyWorld in Florida. He hugged me and told me he liked my hair (it was wavy and pink that summer, which he then proceeded to touch) and my little sisters outfit (she was dressed as Alice). Love his dude. He’s the most adorable little shit.
(Source: xxbecstarrittaxx, via atelophobiaforever)
STOP
Imagine your OTP grinding against each other.
You may continue.
(via mexicantac03s)
NO BUT SERIOUSLY
WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THE QUETZALCOATLUS?!
I MEAN, JESUS F. CHRIST.
PTERODACTYLS AIN’T SHIT NEXT TO THESE MOTHER FUCKERS. QUETZALCOATLUS FUCKING ATE BABY DINOSAURS FOR BRUNCH.
LITTLE-FOOT, NOOOO!!!
JUST IMAGINE SOMETHING AS TALL AS A MOTHER FUCKING GIRAFFE
SOARING THROUGH THE SKIES AT 80 MILES PER HOUR, AND THEN SWOOPING DOWN AND FUCKING EATING YOUR FACE OFF.
FUCKING QUETZALCOATLUS
(via madison-kat)
