Somewhere in Neverland

[kittiezandtittiez]

[my-name-is-long]

Is that dog teaching a baby how to crawl

[amellrickards]

If only she knew that his last thought was his kiss with her

[littlegirlinvisible]

Who takes care of you?

[lesbianjaxsondart]

i came to see you.

[crisistemporal]

Olicity vs Barricity

[gangstasillas]

Michał Winiarski + Popular Text Posts 3/?

[felicitys-archived]

Season 2 DVD release :

Team Arrow in season 2: Felicity smoak 

[someonestaresatme]

best of oliver and felicity in season 2 [2/2]

[timotheechalametz]

[hafael-archive]

[monakhovaa]

bloopers v. actual scene

[anwarse-blog]

[lukaszzygadlo]

I came back from my training and I took the shower. I’ve heard the phone and at the other side my wife cried. She told me that Arek is dead. After that there were deathly silence beetwen us… 

(…)

Everytime when I think of Arek the first thing that comes to my mind is his smile. He never refused the help anyone. He was the good soul of our team. We often met each other after match with the team mates just to sit and talk… Now when this time passed I can only be grateful for the year we spent together.  The memories is something that no one can pick from us, they’re help us with deciding how our life looks like , they have a influence on it.

(…)

I believed that Arek is still with us. When I came at the funeral to the Ostrołęka, I think that was the first time when I really believed in what happened. When I carried the coffin with my friends I didn’t want to think about this…  I couldn’t believed that it really happened. 

(…)

I remember his smile when he was going to Italy… 

I wanted to believe he’s still with us…

(Lukasz Zygadlo)

ARKADIUSZ GOŁAŚ 10.05.1981-16.09.2005

[gangstasillas]

Michał Winiarski + Popular Text Posts 2/?

[feainne]

Michał ‘The Pickpocket' Winiarski

[baryallen-deactivated20150321]

On the island Sara told me that love is the most powerful emotion.

[littlegirlinvisible]

“Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.” ― Janet Fitch, White Oleander.

[m-benoist]