maydaykoigo:

curiouslyhigh:

bunnywith:

tahnoscheeks:

do you ever just get up from your computer to walk aimlessly around your house only to sit back down in front of the computer again

I pointlessly open the fridge too.

sometimes i just stand in the middle of the living room and look lost.

Why am I in the bathroom

(Source: vergilminaj)

sensitive-follicles:

forsciencejohn:

I mean look at this man

I mean… just…. how

he’s 41 years old I don’t understand

LOOK AT HIS FUCKING SOCKS

AND HIS FEET DON’T TOUCH THE GROUND I CAN’T EVEN

HOW DO YOU EXIST I MEAN HOW

Oh my God they really don’t touch the ground!

hungarian:

it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn

bro-slimshady-strider:

giver-of-armbands:

(Source: harkness-jack)

imahighfunctioningfangirl:

screamsinsilence527:

avengerlicious:

So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s Stone and I finally notice something. The night Harry first finds the Mirror of Erised is Christmas night. Rowling wrote it so Harry gets to spend Christmas with his family.

My heart just broke

The sound I maDE WAS NOT HUMAN

(Source: theycallmethemerchant)

jennstarkid:

tastefullyoffensive:

Reversed cotton candy eating.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT

(Source: togifs)

imdrowninginfootwear:

fabulouskilljoyphilosophy:

mu5icliz:

fucking-sherlock:

‘I want my Sherlock back’

Happy Valentines day everyone~! c:

“Do I smell murder?” Oh my god. twist ending

you win the internet

Freaking perfect ending

narcimallows:

narcimallows:

• smile and clap along
• have a sudden fit of coughing so you can awkwardly hide your face in your hands
• beat-box
• scream “dis my jAM” and jump on the table to break-dance
• sing amazing grace as loud as you possibly can until they stop singing to you
• go up to the closest person singing and hug them until they stop. however long it takes. keep holding them until they feel uncomfortable. bonus points for humming in their ear
• start a mosh pit
• striptease

• #what about screaming ENCORE, #that always gets me places in life

(Source: superramona64)

correctemondo:

advert for the university that Matt Smith went to

nightshadow12:

liselotte-hoshi:

kittycait27:

bakerstreetsdoctor:

otpswillruinyourlife:

cant-catch-this-snitch:

castiels-hunter:

caffine-addict:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Plot Twist: 

“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.

“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

 IT GOT BETTER

MUCH MUCH BETTER 

SCREAMING FROM THIS PERFECTION

He smiles at me, oh that smile! How I’ve imagined it. The corners of his eyes crinkle, as I always thought they would. His eyes, how you could get lost in their depths.

He steps forward and cradles your face in his hands. His loving, caressing hands that you have dreamed of touching. That you have dreamed of holding, of touching, of knowing every contour.

There are tears in his beautiful eyes, tears of joy as he whispers with his perfect voice, “Of course I am real. I am real in your head, and in your heart. And every time you go back to that book on that long-forgotten shelf, there too I will be real.”

ERIN YOU SHOULD WRITE THIS BOOK

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I ALREADY HAVE TWO OTHER BOOKS I WANT TO WRITE.

But I will get to it……one day.