text-pistol:

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.

titty-jpg:

Shoutout to the females that compliment each other, that jealousy shit dead

needlekind:

important character development questions

  • under what circumstances do they lick a thing to claim it as their own
  • what are their feelings, hypothetical or otherwise, regarding the High School Musical series
  • whose face(s) would they draw dicks on in sharpie if they saw them passed out on a couch at a party
  • what would their reaction be to seeing Frozen in theaters and witnessing Hans doing the douchebag thing
  • i dunno where to go from here; i made this post solely for the HSM one

leovaldicaprio:

littleme60:

OMG!

THIS WAS THE PRESENTATION VIDEO BEFORE THE FIRST HANNAH MONTANA EPISODE IM DYINGGGGG

THIS IS 2006 IN ONE VIDEO

cleopatrasweave:

i drew a bunch of elves of color!!

haymitchdrinksfirewhiskey:

ediebrit:

oh my fucking god

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT.

SHOTS FIRED.

suarezalex:

okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.

everythingexceptrapandcountry:

don’t talk to boys who aren’t nice to their mothers

I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING

perksofbeingafanboy:

I’d happily watch an 8 hour film adaptation of a book if it meant every little book detail was put in it

“It’s you and I,
Sightseeing around the oldest town in Texas
With its brick buildings
That look like infants next to the ancient atoms in our skin.
Holding hands through moss-covered alleyways,
We are older than the cracked foundations and sullied windowpanes.
There are words on our tongues that could make the Parthenon
Feel young again.
We are old on the inside,
Where the last wheeze of a dying star
Still echoes through the universe,
masked by the sounds of our voice.

It’s you and I.
I am in your mouth; I am curled up
Next to your bones
And they hum my name the way
Gregorian monks sing of God.
I wonder if they’ve always known me—
If every cell in your body has just been waiting for me
To come home.
I tell them I am here now.
I let my bones sing with your bones.
We are the kind of harmonies that make the moon rise, at night.
We are the reason the tide comes in.

It’s you and I.
When they write of young lovers,
They are writing about the way your body feels against mine, in the dark.
Your mouth loved me better than any god.
I was the altar you lay prostrate in front of;
You were the confessional where my sins
Grew tongues and learned to talk.

We are ancient, you and I.
We are clumsy newborns with curious hands.
We are the stars that caught fire in the cosmos
Generations before the Earth pressed it’s molten clay together.
Once—we were the youngest creatures to ever exist.
Now, we are poets and landmines.
We are volatile and reckless and in love.”

Ashe Vernon, “Old Souls” (via underwaternow)

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