life is nothing, without obsession.

Greetings and Salutations. My name’s Desiree, I’m 22 and I have quite a diverse collection of interests. So, this blog is devoted to anything and everything that I happen to be obsessing about at any given moment. Enjoy.

[maxfuckingforce]

Angry Jake and Max Force’s review of The Internship.

[charliedaydaily]

Charlie Kelly + Cheese

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

Me flirting: Hey, do you want to come to my house and watch The Lord Of The Rings: Extended Edition?

[aabsolutum]

The Two Best Friends Play Crew + E3 Week

[malmonds]

[conchymanson]

Sami Hinkka ♥

[thranduilings]

Thranduil in the Desolation of Smaug trailer

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

#them eyebrows  

[odditiesoflife]

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

Bone Flowers

All of these flowers are made from real bones of mice and rats. Japanese artist Hideki Tokushige states that the collection, called “Honebana” (bone flower), is the result of a ceremonial process that honors the cycle of death, decay, and rebirth, even as modern society becomes increasingly detached from this spiritual reality.

[mmmh-chocolate-deactivated20160]

[confitureestmadrogue-deactivate]

Quest For the Eternal Harp of Golden Dreams

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

Two Best Friends Play Silent Hill Downcoming

(In game) Alex: Wheeler, what about Elle? Is she okay?

(In game) Wheeler: I haven't heard anything, but who knows what those monsters are doing to her!

Pat: Those monsters are probably giving her Ring Pops.

Pat: She's gonna be there, and she'll be like "I love Ring Pops."

Matt: I love them.

Pat: "I never want to leave Silent Hill now."

[tuulentytar-deactivated20140809]

Ride the void | Holy Grail

[flushwithcash]

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

Les Grandes Chaleurs.

[saxifraga-x-urbium]

[beinghumangifs]

[sentirlanada]

HAL: How about some poetry?

oh fuck! i love him!

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

I can't wait for next season.

[overhillandunderhill]

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.

Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart. (via sixteenbooksonmagicspells)

[withoutobsessionlifeisnothing]

Billy Connolly: I'm working very hard on this folder... I'm learning how to open and close it.