Booty Poppin'

Hey I'm Nicole. 13. I'm in love with Demi Lovato, Fifth Harmony, Paramore, PLL, Glee and many others. I usually reblog things related to them, quotes, or interesting pictures. I hope you enjoy my blog!
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vivi-shiba:

j-aws:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

yay its back.

so…
I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture…
and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L

… and like…

I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like?

So like… h8ers gonna h8 or something

cuddlepunch:

This just in: he’s figured out where the laser comes from.

untilyourbreathingst0ps:

pearls:

pearls:

i touched a dick once and it was the scariest thing in my life because it had a really cold head and i don’t know it wasn’t fun

sometimes the ‘i’ and ‘u’ shouldn’t be so close on the keyboard 

ive seen this post umpteen times and ive always thought that if you switched u and i around it wouldn’t make sense like “u touched a” and i literally just realised you meant duck and not dick i swear to god i am the biggest fucking idiot.

Posted 8 hours ago With 242,175 notes

spookaroniandcheese:

what even was this show

glassbottledemon:

0-memento-mori-0:

the-anal-rapist:

*purposely drop something in front of my crush*

image

I’m sorry the only thing I could think about was the fact that I NEED HIS BOOTS

I need some context

Posted 8 hours ago With 18,817 notes

darksungwyndolin:

jesus mario what is your damage

beyoncebeyoffce:

IT’S BACK

SOMEONE REUPLOADED IT

THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE

JESUS CHRIST THANK YOU

ssweet-dispositionn:

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

Obsessed with this freaking movie

popthebass:

IF UR FEMINISM DOESN’T INCLUDE TRANS GIRLS I HEREBY STRIP U OF UR RIGHT TO CALL URSELF A FEMINIST. IT’S GONE. I TOOK IT. YES I AM THE FEMINISM POLICE

Posted 8 hours ago With 34,834 notes

phyxiated:

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

Im crying oh my god

“Love…the beauty of it, the joy of it, and yes, even the pain of it, is a most incredible gift to give and to receive as a human being. And we deserve to experience love fully, equally, without shame, and without compromise.”

Ellen Page (via feellng)

Posted 9 hours ago With 1,114 notes