One of the few things that’s been giving me a slight form of motivation through this long ass summer is that Will Turner had ten years at sea and only one day ashore to see Elizabeth again.
this is the best post i’ve ever seen
repeat after me friends:
- vaginas are self-cleaning
- there is no such thing as a dirty vagina
- unless you have an infection
- in which case your vagina still isn’t dirty but you should really go see a doctor
- but yeah
- vaginas aren’t “clean” or “dirty” they’re self-cleaning acidic muscular tracts
- so fuck off
When a hot person comes up to you
“Hey your friend is cute”
☛ In the depths of the Ocean beneath Australia is where this love story takes place. A successful photographer found a true, alive and breathing mermaid sitting by the sea, and from that moment his newest project had started. He took pictures, he wrote texts. Poems, even. Until he finally gave into his own conscience, and approached the creature. She took his hand and dragged him below the surface, where no living soul could find him. She showed him her world, sang to him about the wonders they could share if for once she were not to be alone. She let him photograph her, for it made him happy. He let her kiss him, for it made them both happy. But when the time came for them to rise and gasp for air, he wanted to take it all with him. The mermaid he fell in love with, and the story he now had to show to the world. Outraged that he still wanted the praise, she gave him two choices. The man could only keep one of the following: either the love in her heart, or the pictures he’d taken.