ronweasley:

THE WORST THING ABOUT LOVING A TV SHOW THAT IS NOT IN ENGLISH IS THAT YOU CAN’T GUSH ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR BECAUSE 95% OF YOUR FOLLOWERS DON’T UNDERSTAND YOUR LANGUAGE AND WILL NEVER WATCH YOUR TV SHOW AND BASICALLY THEY DON’T FUCKING CARE HOW PAINFUL IT IS AND THE FEELINGS AND THE IN JOKES AND THE PERFECTION AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING HERE IN THE CORNER THINKING YOUR TV SHOW DESERVES A BIGGER FANDOM THAN 85% OF THE SHIT YOU SEE ON YOUR DASHBOARD BUT NO. ONE. CARES.

sixpenceee:

The Eyes Have It is a tear-jerker story you might have seen passed around the internet. Although it’s not true, it tugs on the heart-strings of many. Here we go:

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heartbreaking

sixpenceee:

The Eyes Have It is a tear-jerker story you might have seen passed around the internet. Although it’s not true, it tugs on the heart-strings of many. Here we go:

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heartbreaking

HEY this is Stormaggeddon (Stormy, in fact) because Codeadleaf asked for a pic of him (a long time agoooo) so there it is! 

SORRY THAT IS JUST A POST-IT

The End of Time

Part 1: 25 December 2009
Part 2: 1 January 2010

The Woman: You’re an old soldier, sir. Only you were too late. The war was won and passed you by.
Wilfred: I did my duty.
The Woman: You never killed a man.
Wilfred: No I didn’t. No I did not. No. But don’t say that like it’s shameful.

queerart-civildisobedience:

European accents (and in general white people accents) are commonly perceived as attractive and endearing, while accents from basically any other part of the world are considered to be signs of laziness and disrespect and get routinely made fun of.

This is SO IMPORTANT.

queerart-civildisobedience:

European accents (and in general white people accents) are commonly perceived as attractive and endearing, while accents from basically any other part of the world are considered to be signs of laziness and disrespect and get routinely made fun of.

This is SO IMPORTANT.

semicolson:

and it can be quite surprising 

semicolson:

and it can be quite surprising 

dreadful-secrets:

kayleeromesburg:

Fuck this. Fuck this post so much.
Do not tell me your best friend would not sit in at your lunch table for three fucking days just staring blankly at your old seat wishing that you were there  to fill the space with laughter.
Do not tell me your younger brother would not break down in the middle of class because you guys started talking about your favorite type of subject in school.
Do not tell me your mother  would not stare into the mirror with trembling lips wishing she could be bringing you home from the hospital rather than having to escort you away in a casket to the nearest graveyard.
Do not tell me your father would not begin working the night shifts to distract himself of the silence at home because you’re not up until the ungodly hours of the night talking to what’s-his/her-face on the phone because you guys are so in love.
Do not tell me your boyfriend/girlfriend would not go into your room and put on the last hoodie you wore trying to desperately imprint your scent onto their skin so they never forget your smell.
Do not tell me your friends would not stare blankly  at the gymnasium wall after the principal has announced your death to the entire school making no sound trying to convince themselves this is just another one of your impractical jokes.
Do NOT fucking TELL ME this bullshit line of how the stars would still appear the sun would still come out the earth would still rotate and the seasons will still change because without YOU you lil beautiful piece of human being none of these people will want ANY of that to happen.
So yes.
Fuck this.
Fuck this post so much.

Reblogging for the comment because damn

dreadful-secrets:

kayleeromesburg:

Fuck this.
Fuck this post so much.

Do not tell me
your best friend
would not sit in at your lunch table
for three fucking days
just staring blankly at your old seat
wishing that you were there
to fill the space with laughter.

Do not tell me
your younger brother
would not break down
in the middle of class
because you guys started talking about
your favorite type of subject
in school.

Do not tell me
your mother
would not stare into the mirror
with trembling lips
wishing she could be
bringing you home from the hospital
rather than having to escort you away
in a casket to the nearest graveyard.

Do not tell me
your father
would not begin working
the night shifts
to distract himself
of the silence at home
because you’re not up
until the ungodly hours of the night
talking to what’s-his/her-face
on the phone
because you guys are so in love.

Do not tell me
your boyfriend/girlfriend
would not go into your room
and put on the last hoodie you wore
trying to desperately imprint
your scent onto their skin
so they never forget your smell.

Do not tell me
your friends
would not stare blankly
at the gymnasium wall
after the principal has announced
your death
to the entire school
making no sound
trying to convince themselves
this is just another one of
your impractical jokes.

Do NOT fucking TELL ME
this bullshit line
of how the stars would still appear
the sun would still come out
the earth would still rotate
and the seasons will still change
because without YOU
you lil beautiful piece of human being
none of these people will want
ANY of that to happen.

So yes.

Fuck this.

Fuck this post so much.

Reblogging for the comment because damn

forgivemehighb100d:

iammelloyellowtoo:

forgivemehighb100d:

forgivemehighb100d:

the doctor’s regeneration was so sad

*out of breath*Please Please stop reblogging thisI didn’t want this to be my popular post I have made a mistake

It’s too late now, Shrek has already decided ye fate

Get out of me swamp

forgivemehighb100d:

iammelloyellowtoo:

forgivemehighb100d:

forgivemehighb100d:

the doctor’s regeneration was so sad

*out of breath*
Please
Please stop reblogging this
I didn’t want this to be my popular post
I have made a mistake

It’s too late now, Shrek has already decided ye fate

Get out of me swamp

blakanubis:

That feeling you get during a dry spell on Tumblr, save for that one sole spike in likes and reblogs.