they could be a gator
I can neither confirm nor deny.
But don’t let the people on the internet fool you. We’re all smiles, here.
Did you know gators are always smiling?
Frankly, I’d be disappointed if I met someone from Florida and they turned out to NOT be a gator.
When I went to Wisconsin for the first time, it was very cold and Taylor could not understand why I wanted to lay under a bright light all the time.
My secret was almost found out.
Don’t tell them anymore than they need to know.
What gave us away…? Someone was holding their mouth open in the heat…weren’t they? Damnit.
"Of course… however, in a moment however I may decide to simply stop listening to you."
"You’ll find out eventually."
- "Don’t you dare come near me!"
- "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
- "You mean everything to me."
- "Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
- "What are you afraid of?"
- "I miss you so very much."
- "No, that can’t be my baby."
- "Just five more minutes."
- "No! You can’t…
Oh shut up Hans it seems like you have a lot in common
hahaha this one is so lame I am sorry
Please reblog and don’t repost on other sites!
leo didn’t win an oscar
Do I ship Galaxy cop? Does it even make sense?
I dont know… but its cute so whatever… Can this be the flag for your ship, guys?
Don’t judge me.
Wraloa nodded slowly. his hand gravitating towards the lightsaber hanging on his belt. The lightsaber had belonged to Wynne Craubo, his mother, who had perished thirty years prior in the first War with the Sith Empire. “You’re asking me to surrender my mother’s lightsaber to you.”
Satele shook her head. "I am not asking, Wraloa. That blade is a Jedi’s weapon. It was used by two generations of Jedi, and as such, deserves to remain with the Jedi." The woman motioned to the Obelisk. "If you’d please."
Wraloa sighed heavily, and nodded. He’d been preparing himself for this for weeks, but it did not make what he was about to do any more pleasant. Wraloa thumbed the ignition switch on the blade, felt it’s warm, reassuring hum as the brilliant, orange blade sprang to life. The man approached the Obelisk, now realizing what all of those holes were for, and plunged his blade into the black stone. Slowly, the lightsaber carved a path down to the hilt, and Wraloa turned off the weapon and held the hilt close to his heart while he waited for the molten hole he’d just created to cool.
What he was doing was right. It was what he had to do. He was more than a Jedi now, and if he were to protect those closest to him, he could no longer do it as a Jedi.
(Excerpt from “The Breakup” by Wraloa)
Started to get anxious as I wait to leave for my Doctor’s appointment. I finally decided to seek help with my feelings towards 9/11. I worry it’ll be a lot to take in so I did what worked best when I was younger and drew what I felt for my lunch hour…