I don't know how to better say this

so just goodnight.

Just goodnight.

imlouise:

onthewing:matttraynor:beneaththespiinlight:(via nakedbones)

Fuck you, Where is my Michigan?

imlouise:

onthewing:matttraynor:beneaththespiinlight:(via nakedbones)

Fuck you, Where is my Michigan?

sylvysparrow:

justbesplendid:

sweethomestyle:

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The day I own a canopy bed my life will be complete…I mean, what princess doesn’t have one?

sylvysparrow:

justbesplendid:

sweethomestyle:

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The day I own a canopy bed my life will be complete…I mean, what princess doesn’t have one?

“ In a fashion magazine Kate Moss controversially said, “nothing tastes as good as being skinny.”
Everyone else responded: “bacon. ”

Seth Myers, Weekend Update

(this was a really good one)

marycyrus:

louischatburn:

fuckyeahfotc:

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Deal breaker: You don’t get Flight of the Conchords.
related Deal maker: You are in Flight of the Conchords.

marycyrus:

louischatburn:

fuckyeahfotc:

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Deal breaker: You don’t get Flight of the Conchords.

related Deal maker: You are in Flight of the Conchords.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

copycats:

Wicked Game by Peter Jöback & Sia
originally by Chris Isaak
(posted by Nathaniel James)

listenlistenlistenlisten

I really liked it.

imlouise:

secondstar05:quizzicalfrisson:ithreatenedtostapleher:onthewing:holdlovestrong:greatestfallofalltime:hello-therelove:sxebill:denisegen:xinftw: (via -xd)
it always amazes me that people know these things

imlouise:

secondstar05:quizzicalfrisson:ithreatenedtostapleher:onthewing:
holdlovestrong
:greatestfallofalltime:hello-therelove:sxebill:denisegen:xinftw: (via -xd)

it always amazes me that people know these things

hardenthefuckup:

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This is it. This is what you did to me.
I don’t even recognized myself anymore after you spit me out.
And now I want to come crawling back?
What the hell?

hardenthefuckup:

(via flickflickflicker)

This is it. This is what you did to me.

I don’t even recognized myself anymore after you spit me out.

And now I want to come crawling back?

What the hell?

imlouise:

onthewing:

tiresome:whenskiesaregrey:(via ifonlyicouldtellyouhowifeel)

imlouise:

onthewing:

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fieryholocaust:

I’m in love, okay?

And you’re not.

Well, you are.

But not with me.

And time goes

so damn

s l o w l y

when I’m not

with YOU.

Every second

drags on

and I can’t

help but wonder

what you do

when we’re

not together.

The other night

you said something

in your sleep.

Something you

would never say,

never feel

when you are

A W A K E,

but I pretended

(for a second)

that it were

possible

that you would

SAY THOSE WORDS

(to me)

and everything would

F

A

L

L

into place

and we could

be happy.

But then

I remembered

I am a realist

and you are

a dream.

This is fantastic. It really touched me.

To message or not to message, what truly is the harm?

Observations about New Moon

sylvysparrow:

makeyourself:

sylvysparrow:

1. Oh my goodness, THAT ENDING. I felt like I got punched in the stomach.

2. Taylor Lautner is unreal.

3. That cliff-diving shot (not Bella’s) was sickkkk.

4.  I like how they changed the color scheme for this one.

5. As much as its possible considering this movie wasn’t made to be some kind of cinematic masterpiece (pretentious people, lets be real!) I enjoyed it. I liked it. I feel like they did a decent job considering the source material. Fun times.

Agreeeeeeed. Jesus Christ, I feel 13 again considering how mcuh I loved it.

I know, right? And there’s nothing wrong with that.

And here’s where I must go into a little mini-rant (I’m even going to bold it because I just feel like it’s one of the few things I really want read):

I wish people stopped being so vicious and judgmental about when others like “popular” things that aren’t necessarily “deep” or “artistic”. Fuck that. The things that click with you (on a certain day or all the time, whatever) don’t need to be brilliant, obscure, or profound…they just need to make you feel good and no one should have to make excuses or feel bad about admitting that they like something simply because it makes them smile.

Honestly the older I get the more I start losing respect for everything except happiness, in whichever good (read: not self-destructive) way it’s found.

That is an awesome perspective, and I wholly agree.

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Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

iammazzbbz:

Caught in a landslide