No, Because they are nobles in revolution-era France and will be guillotined.
you must be fun at parties
Back in like fourth grade there was this thing at my school called the 100 book challenge and basically you got prizes for every like book you read and I read so much they called my mom in because they thought I was forging her signature on the logs because I read like seven hours a day and ‘no child would actually read that much’
pardon me my good
filed under: jokes I never got as a child that makes me cry tears of laughter
You can’t tell me this wouldn’t make the most badass-looking ring gear of all time.
petition to shoot all the spiders into space
what’re you going to do when bugs multiply to numbers we can’t control
shoot them into space
what will you do if the radiation in space turns the spiders into giant intelligent mutants who will come back to rule Earth?
shoot myself into space
that gif I can’t anymore someone help me please god
For my Intro to Creative Writing Class, I actually wrote an essay on this for my creative nonfiction final
Can’t believe I’m sharing an excerpt of it, but here it goes
I had to force myself to bite my tongue and keep my composure. Growing up, I never sat in my room believing that a prince would slay a dragon for me, or come knocking on my door asking me to try on a glass slipper, or wake me up with true loves kiss and take me to his castle on the clouds. I grew up believing that inside a beast can be a prince. I grew up believing that heroes aren’t measured by the size of strength, but by the strength of the heart. I grew up believing that no matter where I go, the people I love with always be with me. I have grown up. I just never stopped believing.
It’s hard to be a cynic when I’ve been raised on Happily Ever Afters.
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