Brefection.
❝ I am me. I am flawed. But I am perfect. ❞
Bre of the roses, daughter of the night. I am said to be a wise one, a proud one, an Applejack, with that spark of Rainbow Dash keeping pace. I put myself into everything I do and I'm proud of it, but beware if you step out of line. The quiet, gentle, nice ones are the ones that snap the loudest, be you of good heart or ill. Otherwise, pay me with attention and we'll be alright. I live for romance, love, and friendship. Art, literature, music, and theater run through my veins like blood. I don't bite, and I welcome friends. So come make a lonely pony smile.

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I was looking for an angel to chase the devil at night (x)

(Source: howboutnovak)

markdoesstuff:

vinebox:

The most intense pain in the world is burning yourself on a hot seatbelt buckle

this is art

charminbear:

phone calls are the most terrifying thing in the world

framesjanco:

wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness