get to know me meme | [1/5] favorite actress
➥ Naya Rivera
“Getting hit on by both genders is such a champagne problem.”
Santana Lopez + Opening Night
do you believe it?
we’re gonna make it now…
You can thank me later.
Clint Eastwood | Shirley MacLaine | 1969
Photograph | Lawrence Schiller
Regina Mills be like
Regina hated that car. She really did. She hated how loud it was on the street, signalling that her worst nightmare was on her way to take her son for the day. She hated that over time she learned to listen for the monstrosity’s engine. She hated that the rumble of it would match the rhythm of her heart as she waited for Emma to get there for a drink or a meal. With Henry of course. She hated that she had to have that damn car in her driveway after the wedding, or that she found herself smiling whenever she saw her wife working on it. How much money had she put into fixing that thing anyway? Far more than it was worth. They had that argument, heated or not, many times in the years to follow. She hated that when Emma left for the Enchanted Forest, that car was all she had to remind her that her son and wife would be back. She hated that, after Henry returned alone that the yellow Bug was still there. It haunted her. Sometimes she thought she saw Emma leaning against it, or sitting inside it reading a paper and drinking coffee. It was crazy, since Emma was dead now. She hated that she couldn’t seem to throw the bug away. Henry wouldn’t go near it, let alone drive it. It took all of her strength to take the key off of the wall for the first time in years, get inside of the bug and slowly turn the key. It came to life. She knew that magic itself was the only thing that could keep this car alive. She sat for a long time. She didn’t keep track. She hated how much the car smelled like her. She told herself that she was only going to drive it off of the driveway, to move it out of sight, but seconds later, the gate to the back yard was in ashes, and the yellow of the car clashed with the red of the apple tree. Regina stumbled out and lost the contents of her stomach as she cried for her lost love. She looked at the bug long and hard, staring at how it rest so easily next to the only other thing in this realm that mattered to her. Her head low, she flickered her wrist. The hood of the yellow car popped open easily, and flowers seemed to bloom from the engine. Another flick of the wrist had more flowers all around it, yellow, like the damn vehicle that still crippled her, yellow like her True Love’s hair, yellow like the sun she had brought to Regina’s life and later taken away. With her chest still and forever heavy, she went inside to rest her head, but her feet kept her at the window, where she observed her new garden with a fresh wave of grief and loneliness.
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I present you: Eurovision 2013
Eurovision is the best fucking thing in the world ok
When it comes to cooking, not everyone is at the same skill level
*gordon ramsay voice* what the fuck is this
They always seem to think I’m scary. I understand that totally: old people are scary. I am old and I am scary, and I’m very sorry about it, but I don’t know what to do.
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A bunch of drunk college kids tried to play “Alice in Wonderland”
I cry of laughter everytime I watch this.
what the fuclk did i just watch
omfg this is fucking hilarious
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“You’ll find our hearts not on our sleeves, but in the spines of our books.”
sometimes i remember how vera farmiga is a professional ukrainian folk dancer who owns goats and talks about them more than her children and sews her own clothes out of vintage victorian lace
oh and one time she overfed a sheep so much that it literally exploded
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