Don't really go on much so don't expect much :D But I do love anime and reading so expect things like that :3

31st May 2012

Photoset reblogged from So.....Theater Anyone? with 12,441 notes

All things truly wicked start from innocence.

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29th May 2012

Photo reblogged from We are Young. with 434 notes

quotediaryofficial:

with HOPE anything is possible…

quotediaryofficial:

with HOPE anything is possible…

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28th May 2012

Photo reblogged from father, i'm afraid of what i'm becoming with 359 notes

creatingaquietmind:

______ (by -silh0uettes)

creatingaquietmind:

______ (by -silh0uettes)

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28th May 2012

Audio post reblogged from Get outta my bucket! with 2,188 notes - Played 10,626 times

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sleuthinglicorice:

beerinabox:

GOING ENGLISH

Imagine: Jake influenced by the evil powers of Lord English, and killing all his friends… and then realizing what he’s done.


Ugh You just broke my heart into 4!!!

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24th May 2012

Photo reblogged from We are Young. with 4,514 notes

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24th May 2012

Photoset reblogged from les8ifins and gillfronds galore with 1,992 notes

i-am-shire-locked:

Reblogging for the Johnlock

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24th May 2012

Photo reblogged from cannot see the haters with 1,453 notes

sea-dwellers:


Sources: {x} {x} {x} {x} {x}

Request by: downinthecellar

I love this!!!

sea-dwellers:

Sources: {x} {x} {x} {x} {x}

Request by: downinthecellar

I love this!!!

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24th May 2012

Photoset reblogged from Nice job breaking it. Hero. with 4,305 notes

gambler-x:

vintage-aerith:

anyone perfect must be lying,
anything easy has it's cost. anyone plain can be lovely,
anyone loved can be lost. what if i lost my direction? what if i lost sense of time? what if i nurse this infection? maybe the worst is behind.

cries and holds each of them to my heart

YESSSSSSSS SOMEONE DID SOMETHING FOR THIS SONG DEAR GOD IM GLAD SOMEONE LISTENED TO THIS SON WHO HAD DRAWING SKILLS AND WAS LIKE “YOU KNOW, IM GONNA DO THIS!!!” AND THEY DID AND JUST HURAAAAAAAAAA!!! =D

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24th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? with 129,986 notes

nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:

dontbearuiner:

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”





^^^better story than twilight

LOL

Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight

nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:

dontbearuiner:

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

^^^better story than twilight

LOL

Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight

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22nd May 2012

Photo reblogged from "Always" with 11,835 notes

jkimisyellow:

i’d be the skinniest bitch ever.

jkimisyellow:

i’d be the skinniest bitch ever.

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22nd May 2012

Post reblogged from Smile Like You Mean It. with 71,957 notes

i-o-u-a-fall:

chroniclesofpanem:

tunadeluna:

ninejuanjuan:

bromofasho:

nigga-chan:

nicoosuxx:

Remember when they were going to censor the internet?

Remember when people cared about Kony?

Remember when people did the cinnamon challenge?

Remember when everyone played Temple Run?

Remember the Alamo?

Remember the Titans?

remember who you are

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22nd May 2012

Photoset reblogged from CONTROL with 567 notes

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20th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? with 6,444 notes

thethunderer:

lufangirl:

nerdyfangirl:

sherlock-the-trickster:

Reblog if you would jump into his arms while “At Last” plays over the TARDIS’ speakers.

^^This

My friends and I call this a “Code Blue”. I’d have a few people to call/text and pick up!

Get me the fuck outta here.

thethunderer:

lufangirl:

nerdyfangirl:

sherlock-the-trickster:

Reblog if you would jump into his arms while “At Last” plays over the TARDIS’ speakers.

^^This

My friends and I call this a “Code Blue”. I’d have a few people to call/text and pick up!

Get me the fuck outta here.

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30th April 2012

Audio post reblogged from cannot see the haters with 2,332 notes - Played 6,529 times

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incessantlyphlegmatic:

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26th April 2012

Photo reblogged from Smile Like You Mean It. with 101,168 notes

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