Can we just stop and appreciate Nicki Minaj’s face for a moment. She looks genuinely very concerned for Josh here, like she thinks he was actually in an arena full of kids trying to kill him, and is confused as to why no one else finds this as shocking as she does.
What do you expect? People from the Capitol just don’t understand.
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? PEOPLE FROM THE CAPITOL JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND.
the fact that she fits in perfectly.
main goals when going to a friends house:
-don’t clog toilet
whats the raddest aircraft
more celebrities should donate blood like could you imagine having the blood of meryl streep running through your veins
your move serbia
hahah…fuck we need more power. where get more power please we must summon Mega tupac… but mega tupac on the moon killing bosnia moon base. what do we do. OH. *begin clopping furiously, fire coming from hand and pens, fire spurting mixing with semen forming great arc of inferno shooting to hit sun on mouth, killing perchu sun flag, dishonor the Contry perchu, turning to dust.* ah no more sun… what is now our plan *tupac flying, out of atmosphere he in a center of solar system now, all planet is revolve around tupac like in the old days again, order is restored and all are basking in warm light of tupac smile*
if you dont reblog this you are supporting the fucking enemy
This was written by a little 6 year old girl. I babysit her and her two sisters - Rebecca and Mia, and before they go to bed they all sit down and write little prayers to God.
This was the one that Hollie wrote last time, and it absolutely broke my heart. I mean, she’s six years old and she thinks she’s not beautiful. That’s not right. But she is beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. She’s got golden blonde hair, bright green eyes and a smile so beautiful that you melt a little inside when you see it.
When their mum got home, I showed her Hollie’s prayer, and she was devestated. She’s a nurse so she’s seen a lot of horrible things, but I have never seen her like that. And so I had to do something.
If you’re reading this, and if you have the slightest bit of a heart, please reblog this, so that I can prove to Hollie that she is beautiful, and that she is so special, and that God made her exactly the way she is because He knows that He made her perfect. Please give this beautiful little girl the confidence she deserves.
this made me cry. i don’t really care that i’m a strict 1d blog. everyone needs to reblog.
this picture broke my heart. everybody should have this at least once on their blog
This really made me cry..
hollie, baby you’re perfect.
Omg it is soo sad :( everyone is beautiful in their own way whether you believe it or not you are!! this broke my heart :(
I DON’T CARE WHAT KIND OF BLOG YOU GOT YOU HAVE TO REBLOG THISOh sweetheart! :( this breaks my heart in half, you’re beautiful Hollie, never ever forget it
You know there is something wrong with our society when a 6 year old questions how attractive they are. Stay strong Hollie
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
Butters ready for school
pros to dating me:
- there is no limit to the amount of times I will watch The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings extended editions