“Give me a career as a buccaneer
It’s the life of a pirate for me
Oh, the life of a pirate for me!”
(via neverrlaand)
“All this has happened before, and it will all happen again. But this time it happened in London. It happened on a quiet street in Bloomsbury. That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family. And Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him. “
(Source: catelynstark, via wookdawg)
Last call, does anybody want this blog?
Shit. I said I’d match with a family, and now I’m not sure if I want to, but once they’ve clicked match, that’s it so my profile will probably update tomorrow and I’m not even fucking sure I want to live in New York City anymore. All I want is a week to think it all out and make sure I want to go to NYC. Crap, crap, crap…anyone had an experience like this? What do I do?
I went to Disneyland in February and came out with a new obsession with Peter Pan so this happened.
(via neverrlaand)
