- mom: you're so beautiful, sweetie!
- dad: if any boy asks you out, i'm coming for him.
- grandparents: you're so gorgeous, guys must be all over you
- friends of parents: you're going to break a lot of hearts
- friends: you're pretty, now shut up.
- boys: why is that potato looking at me
his pledge to her.
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle, i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger. and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random txts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
Thats all stuff I want from a guy
Posts like these make dying alone that much more sucky…
EVERYONE PLEASE i’M BEGGING YOU TO STOP AND READ THIS:
MY MOM RECENTLY TOLD ME THAT SHES NOT ALLOWING ME TO CHEER THIS YEAR BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT WANT TO PAY FOR IT. I PROMISE YOU I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING. IM TOO YOUNG TO GET A JOB PAYING FOR IT. AFTER A WHOLE LOT MORE BEGGING I EXPLAINED TO HER TUMBLR AND HOW NOTES WORK. SHE AGREED THAT IF THIS POST GETS 10,000 NOTES SHE WILL PAY FOR MY SEASON.
Cheerleading is my passion. My absolute passion. I would do anything to cheer this season. Its not just something that I do for shits and giggles. At my last competition of the 2011-2012 season, my mom told me it might be my last time competing. I specifically remember looking into the crowd after I saw our last stunt in the pyrmid hit perfectly, and telling myself to enjoy that moment. In the dance I was crying so hard because I loved that team so much, and I can’t believe it might be over. PLEASE REBLOG THIS. PLEASE. IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. <3333333333
mmm gurll WERK! Cheer express <3
I’m gonna reblog this endless. Everyone deserves to cheer(:
Please everyone reblog this. As many times as possible!
all of my followers and all of their followers should reblog this, at least twice! if it was me id do anything for that 10,000 notes.
Everyone deserves to do what they love to do :)
Like and Reblog people! 10,000 notes! Get this girl to her dream!
THEN RAISE THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KIDS!
AND GIVE YOU ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU’D EVER FUCKING NEED.
AND PAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT FUCKING MORTGAGE.
AND THEN WHEN THE GUTTERS ARE CLOGGED I’LL GET UP THAT FUCKING LADDER AND CLEAN THAT SHIT UP WHILE YOU STAND BY THE KITCHEN WINDOW COMICALLY JUDGING MY WORK.
AND THEN WE CAN VACUUM THE FUCK OUT OF OUR CARPET SO HARD THAT WE’LL HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE.
WE’LL WASH OUR CLOTHES SO GODDAMN FUCKING HARD. FORGET NO RINSE, WE’LL USE HIGH FUCKING SPEED.
BUY A FUCKING MINIVAN TO STUFF OUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BABIES INTO IT AND DRIVE THE FUCK OUT OF IT.
THEN WE CAN GO SOME FUCKING PARENT-TEACHER MEETINGS AND MEET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KID’S TEACHER. THEN JUDGE THE SHIT OF HER IN THE CAR.
AND WE CAN THEN PILE ALL THE CHILDREN IN THE FUCKING MINIVAN AND GO TO THE STORE AND SHOP FOR GROCERIES SO HARD THAT WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO MAKE MORE THAN TWO TRIPS TO GET ALL THAT SHIT INSIDE THE HOUSE.
AND THEN COOK THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KITCHEN UNTIL WE HAVE NO FOOD LEFT AND WE FEAST ON THAT SHIT FOR FUCKING DAYS.
I WILL EAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR HOMEMADE COOKIES.
THEN WASH THE SHIT OUT ON THE DISHES TOGETHER UNTIL OUR ENTIRE HANDS GET FUCKING PRUNEY.
WE’LL WATCH OUR KIDS FUCKING GRADUATE AND MOTHER FUCKING TEAR UP LIKE THE BADASS BOSSES WE FUCKING ARE.
WE WILL GROW SO DAMN OLD TOGETHER, WE WILL LOOK LIKE FUCKING RAISINS.
I WILL FUCKING TELL YOU EVERY SINGLE SECOND HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU.
HOLDING EACH OTHER’S FUCKING HANDS SO HARD THAT WE SHIT OUR SELVES.
UNTIL WE DIE AND ROT AS MOTHERFUCKING CORPSES TOGETHER.
TIL DEATH DO US FUCKIN PART.
HAPPILY EVER FUCKING AFTER.