kimikomuffin:

ok I was going to reblog this anyway
and then the one in the middle

kimikomuffin:

ok I was going to reblog this anyway

and then the one in the middle

(Source: catleecious)

ask-cosplay-kirkland:

orbitingasupernova:

homosexualwatercolors:

do you ever cry because you’re not british

tears of joy

image

dammit America 

(Source: sonofabaggins)

nickfuckface:

parents: “u should be more active”
me: image

thegirlandherbooks:

Mya Gosling and her succinct Shakespeare comics “In 3 Panels”. Achingly simple, these short comic strips provide a concise beginning-middle-end guide to many of Shakespeare’s classic and obscure works.

More here: http://shortlist.com/entertainment/books/shakespeare-summarised-in-short-comics

(Source: vintageanchorbooks)

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

comicbookactionsidekick:

sueishappy:

"and that is why pink ribbons are for boobies." -hank green

Things I did not know until now. DAMNIT HITLER.

are you FUCKING serious

“Some like to sleep. Some like to read late into the night without catching a wink. In a world of dreamers, both are essential.”

-A.J.B. “Late Night Bookworms” (via journaling-junkie)

dumbfricker:

having multiple tests on the same day
image

(Source: bewitchthemind)

imran-suleiman:

Photographer Mattias Klum from National Geographic gets close and personal with a lion.


All of the above motherfucker

All of the above motherfucker

(Source: nostereotype24)

howtobeafuckinglady:

FUCK I JUST WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSE

(Source: youtube.com)

“I dont understand how someone can be so addictive”

-12:42am (via nhude)

If things work out and by some miracle I am able to land a steady good job, I’m leaving and I’m never going to talk to any of my family again. I’ll pay back everything and I’ll send holiday cards but I like life so much better when I can just walk away from people. People make life so complicated.

for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

writingsforwinter:

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

brilliancetheory:

Colin is that you

theghostoflove
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