buckyxbarnes:

I’ve changed. You changed me.


kirkadoo:

The moment that viewers in 94 countries screamed Peter Capaldi’s name in unison/

kirkadoo:

The moment that viewers in 94 countries screamed Peter Capaldi’s name in unison/


swamped:

Thobias Malmberg
Spectrum of the Body, 2013


dimmestarc:

I tried. So hard. To keep scrolling.

dimmestarc:

I tried. So hard. To keep scrolling.


  • Hannibal Lecter: *frames Jack Crawford*
  • Jack Crawford: *arrests self*
  • Jack Crawford: How could I have missed it…

  • Augustus Waters: "May I see you again?"
  • Hazel Grace: "Sure."
  • Augustus Waters: "Tomorrow?"
  • Hazel Grace: "Patience, grasshopper. You don't want to seem overeager."
  • Augustus Waters: "Right, that's why I said tomorrow. I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow. I'm serious."
  • Hazel Grace: "You don't even know me. How about I call you when I finish this?"
  • Augustus Waters: "But you don't even have my phone number."
  • Hazel Grace: "I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
  • Augustus Waters: "And you say we don't know each other."

randompandemic:

occasionalmadness:

buggy-heichou:

Me when I fight enemies in video games.

I feel like this is the GIF I have been waiting for to best sum up my boss fight strategy for every game ever.  And I’m not sure which cat I am.

I have been both cats.

randompandemic:

occasionalmadness:

buggy-heichou:

Me when I fight enemies in video games.

I feel like this is the GIF I have been waiting for to best sum up my boss fight strategy for every game ever.  And I’m not sure which cat I am.

I have been both cats.


ilovett:

the worst type of procrastination is the one where you’re totally insistent that you’re going to be productive, so you spend hours on tumblr, but refuse to catch up on tv shows or anything because “i’m going to work in like a second”


emmacdwatson:

Happy 24th birthday, Emma Watson! (April 15, 1990) ♥ 


honorobblestark:

"In the books the cup gets under the table and Tyrion goes there and takes it himself. On the show we see Sansa kneeling, taking the cup and giving it to Tyrion. That small scene, written by GRRM personally, is a significant evidence of how the author sees the relationship between these two characters. They are not enemies, they are not even indifferent, they are allies, they help each other and give each other comfort when they can. They care about each other. And it’s not based on passion or lust, as with so many of the relationships in the series, but on mutual understanding, sympathy and kindness." (x)


onlinewifey:

smack that ass from 8 feet away

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I love to get ready for the red carpet, but being on it is very uncomfortable. It’s so freakish and weird. I get flop sweats, dry mouth, heart palpitations, all-over panic!


Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
— The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)