Syrup: Four types of women.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via prettypanthera)

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grinnyweasley:

italktosnakes:

oceanaroll:

badtvblog:

Don’t watch this if you’re soaked in gasoline because it will warm your heart and you will burn to death and die.

NEVER NOT PERFECT.

I went to reblog this and saw it was already favorited by me from apparently the last time I saw it and melted into a puddle of happy goo.

Awww the end when Kermit was going to leave and she was all “I love you” is what did me in.

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