You know what? I’m going to do an experiment.
I’m going to leave this track here, completely unmarked, and tag it with everything I can. If you like it, reblog it, give it some notes. If you don’t, ignore it and move on with your life. I’ll tag it with a bunch of fandoms, so people can hear it.
Just out of curiosity. Press play and see what happens.
I’ll give you one hint: I consider it beautiful.
(via captain-james-tiberius)
how does one tell a boy that one likes him
I am a boy and have a foolproof plan for this:
- text them and start playing one of those 20q games
- if they start being a dodgy fella drop em
- if they ask “You like anyone?”
reply Yeah, you.- If they give you a negative reply sayin they dont like you back then just correct yourself to “*Yeah, you?”
dude that is genius
slow clappin’ it out.
(via the-sexy-harries-twins)
| A: | Der Film war geil |
| B: | Der Film war scheiße. |
| A: | DU BIST SCHEIßE |
| B: | DEINE MUTTER IST SCHEIßE |
This reminds me of the most terrible feeling.
When your pain is tangible. You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realise how long it’s been eating away at your insides until you finally cave in and crumble helplessly, crashing, spiralling down, hopeless. The terrible tightening in your chest, the constriction of your lungs, the deep, shuddering breaths in as you try to hold back the inevitable- then you break. Now comes the painful, wracking sobs, screaming silently, your damaged self seeping out through the cracks that you flimsily repair each time you fall apart. But this time, those cracks have split wide open, leaving gaping holes in your being. You wail for a long time, weeping pitifully as you cry yourself a pool of self-sympathy, until you are empty, benumbed, turned inside out.
Favorite movie.
Always reblog from it.Basically
somebody inbox me what this film is called? i want to know!
(Source: v-edo, via the-sexy-harries-twins)
I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and your soulmate wore the other half and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the further away you were so you could go on this journey when you’re ready to find your other half so that you could be spared all the pain and heartbreak of being played with by those who don’t take dating as seriously as you do
so who’s going to write that damn book
(via gabba69)
Amanda Abbington, on how she and Martin Freeman met.
this smooth ass motherfucker
(via vatican-cameoss)
(Source: gandlfs, via captain-james-tiberius)
I was moaning to the make-up girl that I hadn’t got a boyfriend, and she said there was a guy on the same job who’d been saying the same thing, that he was looking for a nice girl. At that minute Martin walked in and I just had a thunderbolt. It dawned on me: “Oh, God it’s him!” We flirted with each other all day and when I went home he texted me, saying “You left and I wasn’t done flirting with you. That’s a bit rude.
Hi, welcome, to the Star Trek fandom!
Whether you’re young or old, a newbie or an oldie, we welcome you!
If you became apart of it through Benedict, or through TOS, or The Next Generation, welcome!
Liked the films but never watched the series? Hi, it’s great to have you!
I know it’s going to be great serving with you, cadet. Welcome aboard the Enterprise, and don’t forget to pick up your Starfleet uniform on the way in.
*don’t grab the red ones
(via captain-james-tiberius)
why is this whole website suddenly obsessed w/ cotton eyed joe
Yeah like where did it come from where did it go
(via captain-james-tiberius)
Julie Andrews as Sassy Poppins; 1964.
This is a gorgeous photoset.
LOVE HER
(via fadingchildhoodmemories)
