sherlock saying that very soft and subtle thank you he did while he was drunk and john said he was funny but this time he’s thanking john for loving him and john tearing up over it and holding him so hard and not saying anything and sherlock is so confused over john crying and john is so very sad for sherlock and doesn’t want to let go of him ever again
I’ll just leave this here…
"guess we cant have different opinions on tumblr"
nah son. an opinion is like “orange juice is nasty” or “fall out boy is overrated”
"your gender identity is ridiculous and you dont deserve to have it respected" is straight up bullshit and you should be called out on it
this guy right here needs a bigger fandom
his little self was charming
he’s cute as a dozen of kittens
dat acting skills though
btw he’s actually hot
and let’s all admit that his joffrey was legen-freaking-dary
just look at this evil little asshole
but he’s the way he is because of this amazing actor
and kneel for the king Jack Gleeson
aggressively reads your readmores to make sure you’re okay
aggressively doesn’t know what to do when you’re not okay
aggressively anon messages you nice but awkward things in an attempt to make you feel better
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"Augustus is soooo pretentious!!!"
Ohmygod, no way?? It’s almost as if that’s exactly what John Green intended.
"Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production."
me not shaving my legs has literally nothing to do with feminism and literally everything to do with me being lazy
An anon tried to tell me that this part didn’t exist once. How can you forget one of the best moments in movie history?
- Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
- Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
- Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
- Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
- Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
- Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
- Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
- Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
- Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
- Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
i dont know what my aesthetic is but im pretty sure it’s exactly this tweet
I’VE JUST COME TO THE HORRIBLE REALIZATION THAT HANNIBAL POOPS PEOPLE
"you’re shitting me"
"i will be soon"
it got better
so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and
i’m fucking crying
it says ‘no.’
it literally says NO.
oh my god
with a period, end of story.
my friend Pete literally makes me cry with his snap stories
this is me, i am pete, love me
you tell me
I am asexual.
Do not tell me that I’ll change my mind when I have sex.
I will not be having sex, hence the sexuality.
If you tell me this, I will punch you in the face.
Do not call me a plant or cell. I will puch you in the face.