thought id let u know im balancing a water bottle on my head right now. wish me luck
*HOLDS BREATH* GOOD LUCK–!!!!
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thought id let u know im balancing a water bottle on my head right now. wish me luck
*HOLDS BREATH* GOOD LUCK–!!!!
It’s Sleepover Saturday! Let’s have fun!

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I'm gonna confess something alright but it won't be on anon. I think you're amazing and your blog is just plain adorable so keep up being yourself, dear awesome person (´^ω^`)
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Thank you so so so so much!!!!
I love your blog very much as well!!! I
always
notice when you are on my dash and I am really really glad that my blog means something to you as well….!!! Thank you so much for taking your time and writing such a lovely ask to me, you’re a fantastic person!!!!!Â
(srsly this just made my day…thank you  a lot!!!!)
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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