A DAY IN THE LIFE...

nemusou:

stabilizedinsanity:

i-am-mishafuckingcollins:

23devil:

emeraldembers:

gondor-calls-for-aid:

4-1-3:

People who are younger than you but taller

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People who are younger than you but better than you at something

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People who are younger than you

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People

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Being turned into a llama

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A LLAMA?! HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!

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yeah… weird

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comic-chick:

hipnerd:

This is the same man.

I think about this a lot.

221cbakerstreet:

qwanderer:

thisisevenharderthannamingablog:

girl-farts:

kingcheddarxvii:

notviolet:

Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

SHUT THE HELL U P

this man has gone too far

damn

Where does Marvel FIND these people?

Imagine - Chris Pratt and Jeremy Renner show up to your door the night of prom and your parents are like WHY DO YOU HAVE TWO DATES AND WHY ARE THEY SO BIG AND BEEFY AND INTIMIDATING but Chris is just like “Nah I’m hair” and Jeremy raises his hand and says “And I’m makeup”

surprisingly well done

gailsimone:

lawebloca:

Friends

I almost died just now.

primalstiles:

ingberry:

biblioprincessdalian:

jethroq:

Bromeo and Dudeliet, a forbidden bromance between two bros in rival fraternities, in fair Vebrona where we lay our scene

Two frat houses, broth alike in dignity

in fair Verbrona where we lay our scene

From mancient grudge break to new dudetiny

Where civil blood makes civil mands unclean

Bromeo Bromeo, no homeo

vivalanorge:

England: colour
America: color
England: humour
America: humor
England: flavour
America: flavor
England: what are you doing
America: getting rid of u lmao

geekgirl1:

anigrrrl2:

earlgreytea68:

eilavamp:

earlgreytea68:

johnlocklives:

John, did I do it wrong? 

Did he do it fucking wrong? Ugh just kill me with a rusty spoon, and rip my eyes out. HE THOUGHT HE DID IT FUCKING WRONG!? FUCK! 

I’m sobbing even today from that scene

There might be a day when I don’t reblog this scene, but that day isn’t today. 

He just up and reads a love letter. Out loud. In front ot everyone. AND HE HAS NO IDEA

Reblogging again because: YES. THIS. 

(Also reblogging again because it’s, like, my fave.)

It just breaks my damned heart how he automatically turns to John. John is his barometer for how he should behave, his conduit for understanding the world.

God, he’s gut-wrenching. 

these two can never, ever be apart. Never

reademmaduh:

hmfffigures:

zacheway:

hannaoliviaway:

hannaoliviaway:

almost five years of lovin. And now he sings and plays ukelele songs like “you are my sunshine” for our tiny babe & talks to him/her through my belly button. I’m so sappy and grateful and full-hearted tonight.

hey that’s us

One year ago today I drove down to San Diego to pick Hanna up at the airport and asked her to be my wife.

It’s important to remember that this is out there. Thank you for sharing.

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