08 9 / 2014

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08 9 / 2014

goddess

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08 9 / 2014

07 9 / 2014

roncheg:

enough with the whining (i said to myself)), lets all have some sterek cuddles^^

Lay Back in the Arms of Someone by Smokie on Grooveshark

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07 9 / 2014

acupofkeen:

I read this earlier today:
Do it. Get on the plane, get the train, Walk 300 miles. Get to her front door and tell her “I know this is crazy But I need you now.” Our lives are too short to always be sensible. Get the girl. Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.
And it makes me wonder if anyone’s ever thought to have the roles reversed.

acupofkeen:

I read this earlier today:

Do it.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible.
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.

And it makes me wonder if anyone’s ever thought to have the roles reversed.

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07 9 / 2014

breakmyheartfuck:

Derek is about to receive the worst news of his life.

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07 9 / 2014

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07 9 / 2014

"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

"

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

this is so brilliant

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Beautiful.

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06 9 / 2014

Olicity in Arrow Season 3 Promo: "Some Things Never Die" [x]

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06 9 / 2014

radiohosts:

Penis and XY required to be man? False.

Only things required to be a man are:image

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