twotenandahalf:

palms are sweaty, knees weak, steve buscemi.


Kristen Stewart with friend out in LA (x)


letsplaygifs:

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trillow:

if we’d developed particle weapons during the ronald reagan era we could have called them ronald rayguns but we fucked that up just like everything else


jimmyjamjimjohn:

rubywhiterabbit:

One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.

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leonardsmccoy:

she wears short skirts, i wear blue shirts, she’s cheer captain and damnit jim, i’m a doctor

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rectumofglory:

221cbakerstreet:

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swasdicka:

It’s weird that pirates would go from shore to shore looking for buried treasure when the real treasure was in the friendships they were making


jeffersonshatt:

can we talk about nbc hannibal’s tags for a secondimage

because i just

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cannot

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sassiest official blog of anything i have ever followed everyone go home


letsplaygifs:

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everfascinated:

Let’s Play Minecraft Episode 51 - Geoff Comforts an Enderman


pretty in pink.

owlmylove:

When I was 10, I saw

my first episode of Law & Order, SVU

a woman screamed

and her pretty pink dress ripped

the scene cut to black but then

she sat in a station

hair mussed and mascara running

and she seemed broken

and empty

and that’s when I began to prepare

for the inevitable.

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"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night."
— Sylvia Plath  (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)