but why would you do this
#OMG BUT WHAT IF SAM AND JESS MET WHEN THEY WERE KIDS?? #AND THEY HAD AN ADORABLE LITLE KID/TEENAGER THING GOING #THEN SAM HAD TO LEAVE TOWN LAST MINUTE WITH NO EXPLANATION #AND THEN THEY GET TO COLLEGE AND MEET AND THEY’RE ALL GROWN UP SO THEY DON’T RECOGNISE EACH OTHER #AND THEN MAYBE ONE DAY HE JUST SMILES OR SAYS SOMETHING EXACTLY THE WAY SAM DID #AND SUDDENLY SHE REALISES IT’S *HIM* #HER CRUSH FROM BACK WHEN #AND SHE CAN BARELY BELIEVE IT #AND THEN WHEN SHE REALISES SAM IS CRUSHING ON HER NOW #AND SHE KNOWS HE’S GOING TO ASK HER OUT SOON #SHE MAKES A COMMENT LIKE ‘YOU’RE JUST AS NERVOUS AS THE FIRST TIME!’ #AND HE’S LIKE… WUT?? #AND THEN SHE GIVES HIM/SHOWS HIM SOMETHING HE GAVE HER WHEN THEY WERE KIDS OR SOMETHING #AND THEN HE SUDDENLY REALISES IT’S HER AND THEN BOOM! KISSING #SAM X JESS #SPN (via hunterinabrowncoat)
HOW DARE ALL OF YOU
wear your war paint
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your war paint and kick ass
tumblr is like this:
we should be like this:
why would a cool jock like me want to get along with nerds?
why do these all have different websites’ watermarks on them if they are from the same photoshoot
The Walmart game.
I dont know if I can top that.
hold on I got this
i would totally get this.
this is my favourite post on tumblr
IT GOT BETTER
i love high contrast photos of fruit floating threateningly in the night
I don’t believe such a thing exists
I was mistaken
I hate when you like something on tumblr to look at it later but when you actually go back to find it, it’s buried within one million other posts and you’re just sitting here like ‘oh’
Prince Hans chuckled to himself, softly taking a hand to his jacket and adjusting it with a slight, yet firm tug. “You ready?”
Mitt looked Hans in the eyes with a glance.
"Ah Hans the real question is, is America ready?"
He felt himself smirk, and soon enough his eyes met Mitt’s, too.
"For Obama, yes."
standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”
Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.