johnnybooboo:

i lived through dozens of lonely christmases just to find you

You can tell a lot about someone from how intensely they get into Bohemian Rhapsody

huffingtonpost:

DEBI JACKSON, MOTHER OF TRANSGENDER CHILD, GIVES MOVING SPEECH

The best part of the video may be when Jackson addresses the comments she’s heard about her daughter and sets the record straight about statements like you “wanted a girl so you turned your child into one” and “kids have no idea what they want or who they are — my kids wants to be a dog, should I let him?”

So watch the full video to see her answers to those difficult questions here.

gallifreyan-gallimaufry:

leda74:

therothwoman:

beowulfstits-archive:

I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired

i aspire to great things in life

According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.

So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.

actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do

lestradeshandcuffs:

Idk why it took me so long to find this ^ out.
A.C. Doyle, you clever bastard, you.

Always reblog

lucithor:

ierocakes:

iamjacksinvisiblegun:

paxamgays:

fun drinking game for the kids: listen to fall out boy. every time patrick sings ‘ohhhhh’ or ‘woah’ take a shot

you will die

believers never die

image

i have made a terrible mistake

gogoravenclaw:

dapperfucker:

best of “she wears short skirts”

pant pants

“We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.”

Everyone has their own love language. That’s one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned. (via stay-ocean-minded)

daenystargaryens:

"Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine… but I don’t know what your favorite color is?" he says. A smile creeps onto my lips. "Green. What’s yours?"  "Orange," he says. "Orange? Like Effie’s hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says.

                                           More like … s u n s e t .

"Your favorite color…it’s green?" "That’s right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. Not bright orange.

                                                            But soft. Like the s u n s e t.

 ”At least, that’s what you told me once.”

Who cares about people’s personal lives? How are you then able to disappear into a role? Trust me, if I had something interesting to say about myself, I would.”