Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
fetchyourcamera: imlouise: ithreatenedtostapleher: bbbrandon: laurenkate: ireallylovecoffee: LOLOLOL unf unf unf me rn UNF Disclaimer: I have not seen New Moon. Personally I am indifferent to it. BUT THIS IS FOR ANGELA.

fetchyourcamera:

imlouise:

ithreatenedtostapleher:

bbbrandon:

laurenkate:

ireallylovecoffee:

LOLOLOL

unf unf unf

me rn UNF

Disclaimer: I have not seen New Moon. Personally I am indifferent to it. BUT THIS IS FOR ANGELA.

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink

brokensocial:

Josh Gordon-Levitt preforms Make ‘Em Laugh on SNL. Swoon.

Yes. This was my absolute favourite part. Absolutely.

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
gingerific: (via likeneelyohara) I was in New Hampshire skiing a couple years ago and these two kids asked me if we (Canadians) lived in igloos. I told them yes and fed them this whole story about life in an igloo. They totally ate it up.

gingerific:

(via likeneelyohara)

I was in New Hampshire skiing a couple years ago and these two kids asked me if we (Canadians) lived in igloos. I told them yes and fed them this whole story about life in an igloo. They totally ate it up.

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
afterthestorm: Horse and Train, Alex Colville

afterthestorm:

Horse and Train, Alex Colville

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
riaria: prettyspectacular: hello-therelove: (via verslibre)

riaria:

prettyspectacular:

hello-therelove:

(via verslibre)

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink

juliadream:

lennonlove:

applescrufff:

fuckyeahyokoono:

Question: Most treasured keepsake you still have from John?

Yoko’s Answer: Sean

(From Yoko Q&A Day)

Oh my god.

;-;! omg

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
juliadream: fortruthisalwaysstrange: mygang: Robert Plant Hahaha, this is amazing <3 I LOVE YOU ROBERT <3<3<3<3<3<3

juliadream:

fortruthisalwaysstrange:

mygang:

Robert Plant

Hahaha, this is amazing <3 I LOVE YOU ROBERT <3<3<3<3<3<3

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
fuckyeahledzeppelin: (via mygang)

fuckyeahledzeppelin:

(via mygang)

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
riaria: (via loveyourchaos)

riaria:

(via loveyourchaos)

Sun 22 Nov ∞ Permalink
nighthawks: It seems that, whenever I am finished a night of drinking, I find myself ready to pack up my things and leave. Pull out the suitcase from my closet, throw some clothes and books inside, and just go. Move. Get out of this city. I always seem to find myself surrounded by people but caught inside my head. Emotions spill over like wine on a white carpet, and I usually spend the walk home feeling sick- not from the alcohol but from my inability to manage my emotional response when I am inebriated. I don’t want to be that girl. However, under the right amount of light- moonlight, streetlight, whatever- everyone looks so beautiful yet so sad. It’s moments like these that I just want to curl up in the small of your back; to be warm, to feel safe, to feel loved. Yet, it’s always so cold and people are busy hailing taxis and having hushed arguments and leaning on the brick wall of the bar trying to steady themselves against the fog seeping in through the boughs of the trees in the distance. I feel lonely. I walked home last night, after attempting to crash at a place that was not my own. I felt awful- in the pit of my stomach and everywhere else. I got out of bed, put my boots on, and started walking home at 5 am. My pace was brisk, like I was walking with a mission. I almost felt like if I walked fast enough, in the right direction, I would end up somewhere else. Somewhere else where I can start anew. Rather than facing my problems, I could sweep them under the rug or put them in a safety deposit box somewhere. I could just live. Needless to say, I made it home at 6 am and crawled into bed, clothes and make-up still on. I still can’t shake the feeling that I have disappointed a lot of people.

nighthawks:

It seems that, whenever I am finished a night of drinking, I find myself ready to pack up my things and leave. Pull out the suitcase from my closet, throw some clothes and books inside, and just go. Move. Get out of this city.

I always seem to find myself surrounded by people but caught inside my head. Emotions spill over like wine on a white carpet, and I usually spend the walk home feeling sick- not from the alcohol but from my inability to manage my emotional response when I am inebriated. I don’t want to be that girl. However, under the right amount of light- moonlight, streetlight, whatever- everyone looks so beautiful yet so sad. It’s moments like these that I just want to curl up in the small of your back; to be warm, to feel safe, to feel loved. Yet, it’s always so cold and people are busy hailing taxis and having hushed arguments and leaning on the brick wall of the bar trying to steady themselves against the fog seeping in through the boughs of the trees in the distance. I feel lonely.

I walked home last night, after attempting to crash at a place that was not my own. I felt awful- in the pit of my stomach and everywhere else. I got out of bed, put my boots on, and started walking home at 5 am. My pace was brisk, like I was walking with a mission. I almost felt like if I walked fast enough, in the right direction, I would end up somewhere else. Somewhere else where I can start anew. Rather than facing my problems, I could sweep them under the rug or put them in a safety deposit box somewhere. I could just live.

Needless to say, I made it home at 6 am and crawled into bed, clothes and make-up still on. I still can’t shake the feeling that I have disappointed a lot of people.