How manipulative is Margaery? Is it all about playing the angles or is there like, some deep heart in there, too? What’s her motivation? (x)

I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me.
Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (via lovequotesrus)
Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.
Something that I need carved in my bones. (via nystagmia)
Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cause they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.
(via seabelle)
People get hurt and close their minds, but as time passes, they gradually open up, and they grow as they repeat that.
Haruki Murakami

On his novel Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage. (via madamecuriewasmymother)

5289belle:

fansonfandoms:

skylorde:

kim-jong-chill:

what a difference 50 years can make

or not

history really does repeat itself

fuck this im moving to scotland

I’m going to Finland, their education system is much better there, and there’s less racial issues.

yourpersonalcheerleader:

You are not a burden.

You are not a bother.

You enhance the lives of others.

People smile, not groan, when you text them.

Your voice.

Your presence.

You, matter.

six word poem 8/12/14

atonguewithbutsixwords:

Prompt: “can you do a poem that makes sense and is equally as evocative forwards and backwards?”


Everyone butchers
and calls 
it, “love”.

poopflow:

"My best day had to be the day after I wrapped Guardians of the Galaxy. I was very homesick and coming home to my wife, and my home, and to my son, who was at the time 13 months old. My wife told me there’s a chance he won’t recognize you—but that’s okay that happens all the time. He doesn’t know, he might be a little shy…"

IM GOING TO CRY

glorde:

euo:

Echoes of the voices in the high towers all wounds explained, here all knives bandaged, all empires arrested, all castles unbuilt, all hearts unbroken.
Robert Montgomery

glorde:

euo:

Echoes of the voices in the high towers all wounds explained, here all knives bandaged, all empires arrested, all castles unbuilt, all hearts unbroken.

Robert Montgomery

My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.
Robin Williams, Jack (1996)

burgerkinginthenorth:

Despite all our differences I think we can all agree on one thing

Robin Williams was a fucking gift to humanity