-Turn around bright eyes-

Terrible things happen to good people everyday. Consequentially I am not one of the good people. I am one of the terrible things.

[stonerparty]

[d-criss-news]

darrencriss:  Never Been Kissed REWATCH/REACTION

I haven’t watched my first episode of Glee in ten years. Had a lot of feels. 

#Darreaction #10yearsofblaine

[communistkenobi-archive]

re-reading my own writing because I have no memory of what I actually wrote

[pineau-noir]

Me: Hey that’s pretty good!

Also Me: Holy shit, I wrote that?!? Damn. Well done past me

[472239364-deactivated20190804]

1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute to Manhattan during the week and put in hours at a menial publishing job. Drive home to New Jersey on weekends to swim in the pool and cry to your mother. Smoke Gauloises on the fire escape. Let yellowing issues of Rolling Stone and Vogue pile into a protective fortress around your bed. Listen to Cat Power. Fall asleep mostly naked beneath the duvet watching Sportscenter and drinking earl grey. Date a Yankees fan and kiss his hands on the 4 Train into the Bronx. 2. Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize. 3. Run away to Los Angeles. Sublet a studio in Venice three blocks from the beach. Listen to top 40 radio. Go to Chateau Marmont and charge drinks you can’t afford to a long-dormant credit card. Sleep with a television actor who lives in the valley. Sleep with a musician who lives in Bel Air. Break things off with both of them when gas prices begin to rise. Find Gilda Radner’s star on the Walk Of Fame and swallow a sob when you see the filthy cement around her name is cracked. Walk through the Venice Canals until the sun sets and you forget your own name. Call your mother crying from the parking lot of a 24-hour Ralph’s supermarket. Tell her you want to come home. 4. Run away to Paris. Gaze at the pink and pistachio glow of macarons in the window on Boulevard Saint-Germain. Listen to Joni Mitchell. Meet an Argentinean man in the Latin Quarter for drinks. Melt into his accent and kiss him goodnight, but return to your apartment alone because his face doesn’t look enough like the man’s you are trying to forget. Get lost in the Richelieu Wing of the Louvre, admiring Napoleon’s fine red damask. Walk alone along the Seine in an old dress, ten-dollar shoes, and an Hermes scarf. Fumble with the locks on the fence overlooking the river. They all have lovers’ names etched into them and the girl who left the red heart-shaped lock has the same name as you. 5. Run away to Martha’s Vineyard. Write heartbroken stories during the day in front of a large fan that blows curls of humid hair across your tired face. Take a waitress job at The Black Dog at night and try hard not to drop too many trays. Learn to ride a moped. Pretend you’re a Kennedy. Listen to Carly Simon. Eat hand-churned ice cream out of waffle cones. Visit the flying horses and consider how many girls just like you have sat on the same horse clutching for the same brass ring. Get stoned and dance barefoot down the length of the eroded Jaws beach. Date a Red Sox fan. Yell at each other during baseball games, and then kiss and make up between tangled sheets.

5 Fantasy Exit Strategies (via fuckoff-mondays)

[observando]

[ianbrooks]

Quotable Arts by Evan Robertson / Obvious State

High quality giclée prints available at etsy. Distilling literary quotes from a handful of the masters down to a single graphic representation, Evan captures the raw concept of the sentence and makes it damn purty to look at as well.

(via: fab)

[gaksdesigns]

Melissa Hartley

[inatoms-deactivated20121128]

There are two people you’ll meet in your life.  One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest.  The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most.  You will meet these two people; it is a given.  It is the third that you’ll never see coming.  That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book. 

[vegaofthelyre]

Femme Fatale by Jeannine Hall Gailey.

[manny-jacinto]

Queer Eye S05.E02 (2020) // The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

[brehatano]

There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.

Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

[heavensickness]

That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.

[iloveweasleys]

Cobey Bienert, White Christmas/Skinny Love

[iloveweasleys]

this actually hurts a lot

[souffleegirls-blog1deac]

[monah-do-dovah]

ithurtslikesatan:

as-a-matter-of-fuck:

thecollapse:

love-and-magic:

lynai:

My life.

#DEAD

i cannot.

 OH MY GOD

[mapaduszy]

OHMYGODDD ITS BACK SADFGHBJCDNKMDSF

W H Y

[glitteringspark]

Okay, I’m having a moment. Let me have a minute to get over this video. Shit I mean … This nearly killed me. I often type into my tags that I’m crying but this time I really mean it. Hp has been over for a year now and I still think that it’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me. And it will never truly end for me. Because I’m sitting here crying over these characters, over this fantastic series which gave me so much. Harry Potter was the first book I’ve ever read and it changed me. I guess I’ll never find the right words to explain my love for these books and movies … But I just wanna say one thing: Joanne K. Rowling … THANK YOU SO, I OWE YOU SO MUCH. Just thank you FOR MAKING MY CHILDHOOD A BETTER AND MAGICAL TIME.

[sixtiequeen-deactivated20190616]

literally sobbing right now oh my god what has this done to me aslfkdjlawjefjw MY HEART

[thequibblerpaper]

OMG ITS BACK im bawling right now omg too many feels for 5 minutes ugh heres a bucket of tears asdfjkjfdvfajdhf;iehofhs

[ihermione]

i am sobbing fucking sobbing can i just take a moment to explain how this makes me feel like this is everything coming back within five minutes this is every bit of love i’ve ever had for these characters being reawakened words will never explain how i feel about harry potter and nothing will ever or can ever take it’s place  i can’t typ e anymore my eyes fuck

[madlaxative]

fuck fuck fuck fuck somebody comfort me…..

[gallifraye]

GROSS SOBBING ;~;

[faircraic]

this is fucking disgusting stop reblogging it keep it off my dash you fucks

[davidbowowie]

I’m in actual tears. It’s like I’ve just watched a reel of flashbacks from my own life. 

I cant watch this without tearing up.

[centaursarejerks]

I can hear my heart being ripped to shreds oh gods

[infinityandtrumpets-deactivated]

a

[crochetandcosplays]

I frequently comment and say that I’m crying, but I actually did start crying watching this video.  This wasn’t only a deep emotional connection to characters to a book, but it was my childhood and my teenage years and memories shared with my best friends.  Thank you, Joanne Kathleen Rowling, for changing my life in no way a fictional world had ever changed my life before.

[hungoversia]

[princessmoak]

Glee - “It Was the Best Times of Our Lives”

[beauxbxtons]

Something I’ve never noticed before:

Snape not only deflects McGonagall’s attack but uses it to take down Alecto and Amycus in a single armwave behind his visual field. Like they both had their wands out too but BOY they did not see that coming. Snape knew that he needed to get rid of them before being driven out of the castle so that they wouldn’t harm any of the students GOD what a badass motherfucker 

[thesouschef]

In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.

I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.