Disney movies condensed into a single image.
that is gorgeous.
click on the photoset and look at the individual picture omg
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Return of the Serial Killer
I swear I closed my door. So why was it ajar when I came back from the bathroom? I didn’t hear anyone walk down the hallway, and it wouldn’t do that unless someone deliberately pushed it open.
There weren’t any serial killers lurking in the closets or on my bed. But I’m still worried that this serial killer happens to be a contortionist, and is lying in wait in one of the dresser drawers as I update my tumblr like the Internet-addicted soul I am.
I can’t wait to be back home, where my cat will scare away anyone and anything.
tIf you’re gonna have pizza with someone else, what do you have to do? You gotta talk about what you want. Even if you’re going to have the same pizza you always have, you say, ‘We getting the usual?’ Just a check in. And square, round, thick, thin, stuffed crust, pepperoni, stromboli, pineapple — none of those are wrong; variety in the pizza model doesn’t come with judgment. So ideally when the pizza arrives, it smells good, looks good, it’s mouthwatering. Wouldn’t it be great if we had that kind of anticipation before sexual activity, if it stimulated all our senses, not just our genitals but this whole-body experience. And what’s the goal of eating pizza? To be full, to be satisfied. That might be different for different people; it might be different for you on different occasions. Nobody’s like ‘You failed, you didn’t eat the whole pizza.’
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| — | NY Times: Teaching Good Sex (via anorable) |
