snapchatting:

mom, dad. i’d like you to meet my boyfriend. now i know what you’re thinking, “that’s just a picture of Joe Biden when he was younger”, but he’s so much more than that

(via nicolesoul)


gofuckyourselftomhiddleston:

Very Useful Valentine’s Cards To Give To Your Beloved This Year



ironworthstriking:

one saturday, i won’t have anywhere to go.
at 9:07, i’ll find you next to me
kiss your forehead
and go back to sleep

one saturday, i’ll make a slow breakfast.
while you’re in the shower,
i’m making the coffee
and you’re slipping your arms around me

one saturday, we’ll be together.
wandering farmers markets
snapping pictures of each other,
sneaking kisses

one saturday, i’ll go to sleep.
knowing that life can’t get better
that i’m not dreaming
that i’m finally home.

(via this--too--shall--pass)


"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

— Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via afigureofspeech)

(Source: revnaomiking, via cheekyrascal)


hatesful:

my blueberry muffin looks exactly like my dog I’m gonna cry

hatesful:

my blueberry muffin looks exactly like my dog I’m gonna cry

(Source: ghostfawns, via cheekyrascal)


gofuckyourselftomhiddleston:

I hope your fucking birthday is fucking great. I hope you get piles upon piles of gifts. So many fucking gifts that they just fucking take over your damn apartment or whatever. Just, things, everyfuckingwhere. I hope the Loki paraphernalia comes to life and start crawling all over you and pinching your sweet little ass. I hope this is the goddamn year where your shirt buttons finally give and pop off and hit an interviewer in the eye. I hope there’s more obscene pelvic thrusting"snake hips." I hope you eat too much fucking cake and take a goddamn nap.
(I just really feel like you need a nap, okay?? You’re working so hard.) 
Just… AUGH. HAVE GREAT FUCKING BIRTHDAY, YOU PELVIC THRUSTING FUCK. 

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gofuckyourselftomhiddleston:

I hope your fucking birthday is fucking great. I hope you get piles upon piles of gifts. So many fucking gifts that they just fucking take over your damn apartment or whatever. Just, things, everyfuckingwhere. I hope the Loki paraphernalia comes to life and start crawling all over you and pinching your sweet little ass. I hope this is the goddamn year where your shirt buttons finally give and pop off and hit an interviewer in the eye. I hope there’s more obscene pelvic thrusting"snake hips." I hope you eat too much fucking cake and take a goddamn nap.

(I just really feel like you need a nap, okay?? You’re working so hard.

Just… AUGH. HAVE GREAT FUCKING BIRTHDAY, YOU PELVIC THRUSTING FUCK. 

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