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The Girl Who Fell In Love With The Game
| i learnt about life with a ball at my feet | 09.01.14 ♥
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Why can't a girls body pop a party popper instead of the uterine wall every month..
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Live for the game ⚽️🎀 #RebelsFCGoPinkForCancer
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Does anyone else feel at their loneliest with a room full of people or like, is that just me ?
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attitude towards boys: disappointed but not surprised
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If you reblog this before June 1 2015, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. Over the summer I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public loos, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.
Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it.
You have until June 1 to reblog
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These days, anyone could be gay and you’d have no idea.
your cashier might be gay
your bartender might be gay
the guy sucking your dick might even be gay
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Voice Of An Angel
Based on: http://38.media.tumblr.com/ba519785a2f87b53bc98406d6a2bc4f6/tumblr_nfpwg0rcsK1tqob8bo2_500.gif
sorry its kinda short. didnt know how to make it longer but enjoy!
“Neal…” you whispered. There was no response. You sighed and shook him, trying to look anywhere but at his bare chest. Damn he was hot. How the hell had you snagged such a good looking boyfriend? “Neal!”
“(Y/N)? He mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes. “What is it?”
You flopped back. “I can’t sleep.”
“So what, that means I’m not allowed to sleep either?” he teased and you groaned.
“No I was kinda hoping that you’d be able to do something.”
“I have an idea.” He said after a couple minutes of silence. “Come here.” He wrapped you in his arms and you snuggled into his chest. You were already feeling sleepier and that was before he started singing. You couldn’t quite make out what he was singing, something about love for sure, but his voice was soft and in no time it had lulled you to sleep.
The next morning you woke up to the smell of breakfast. You sat up and rubbed your eyes before yawning and stretching. “Morning beautiful.” He smiled at you as he set two places at the table.
“Morning handsome.” You grinned back, well aware that you were anything but beautiful with your mussed up hair and crumpled pyjamas. Neal of course looked as good as ever.
“Sleep well?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“Oh yes. See, I had an angel sing me to sleep.” You got up and pecked him on the cheek. “Who knew angels were so hot?”
He laughed. “Thanks dear.”
“You’re welcome.” You tucked into your breakfast. This man was not only a hot, talented artist but he could cook as well. Not to mention his conning skills. Needless to say, he’d conned your heart away from you, not that you were complaining. You smiled to yourself. At least now you’d never have to worry about not sleeping ever again.
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Currently watching Season 5 of White Collar and I know there are only 6 seasons but I just don’t think I’m ready to take that next step, I mean why, why must it be coming to an end, like I just can’t do this, I need to be in this for another 10 seasons
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Neal Caffrey’s perfect expressions :D
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White Collar | 4 quotes [4/4]
→ “We can sit here until kingdom come and debate over who is Neal Caffrey. But as long as we keep him tethered, as long as we treat him like a criminal, he’ll always think that he is one. Whether Neal is a citizen, a C.I., or a criminal is a decision that needs to be put in his hands.” (Peter Burke, 3x16)
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White Collar | 4 quotes [2/4]
→ Mozzie: “It can’t be him, Peter. Neal always had it figured out. There was always a way out. It didn’t matter how tight the scrape, Neal could always slide past. He could always get away.”
Peter: “Not this time.” (6x6)
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