15

    Aug

  1. Leah Pipes gets scolded by Michael Narducci for making an inappropriate joke during The Originals SDCC Panel.

  2. 12

    Aug

  3. "We’re all just walking each other home."
    — Ram Dass (via lazyyogi)
  4. Source: rustyvoices
    10

    Aug

  5. He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.

    F. Scott Fitzgerald

    (Source: my-name-is-saugaro)

  6. 10

    Aug

  7. (Source: harryxbabe)

  8. 10

    Aug

  9. (Source: tokyo-bleep)

  10. Source: reedthurston
    08

    Aug

  11. (Source: thedoorkeep)

  12. 07

    Aug

  13. "I’m definitely Pro-Selfie. I think that anybody who’s Anti-Selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves ? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like ‘Thank You’.
    I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you.
    I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t google, you know ‘what does my friend look like today?’
    For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world - I think that’s a great thing"
    — Ezra Koenig being the most adorable human being ever (via damnthosebands)
  14. 06

    Aug

  15. (Source: vainvirgin)

  16. Source: stamos
    04

    Aug

  17. (Source: beeishappy)

  18. Source: thewbfanboy
    28

    Jul

  19. Source: brittanickel
    27

    Jul

  20. "

    You plead not guilty to all charges again.
    You forget that most of last year is still rotten in my mouth.
    You forget I can still taste the chalk outlines
    under my tongue in the mornings.
    You forget that the caution tape still hangs across my bed
    like a warning for anyone trying to save me.
    You forget that crime scenes and home
    smell the same to me these days.
    Like smoke. Like metal. Like empty.

    Your mouth is the burial ground and the battle field.
    Most war zones avoid being loved
    but these lips remember your bloody kind of sacred.
    Your teeth are tombstones with the names unreadable.
    Your teeth are tombstones with the dates scratched out.

    You morphed my voice into a leaking faucet.
    You pushed me into rooms with no way out.
    You led me to corners with music boxes
    that only played your name.
    You strung together cobwebs and
    shadows that whispered like you.
    Like please and more and yes.
    Like kiss me and don’t and again.

    There aren’t as many ways to forget someone
    as you think there are.
    So I set my house on fire
    until your footsteps are only smoke and charcoal.
    So I almost forget not to stay as it burns.
    So I stop picking up the phone.
    So I leave town and change my name
    and learn not to talk about the mistakes
    I fell in love with.
    About the monster I fed with my own skin.

    "
    Crime Scenes & Left Over Love Affairs | Yasmin & Ramna (via inkywings)
  21. Source: rustyvoices
    27

    Jul

  22. (Source: atwoods)

  23. 26

    Jul

  24. "I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone. and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home."
  25. Source: sexpansion
    25

    Jul

  26. "The axe forgets; the tree remembers."
    — African proverb (via istruggleandemerge)

    (Source: journalofanobody)

  27. 24

    Jul

  28. "There is a heart buried in the backyard and the neighbors are starting to complain about the smell. It’s not mine, but I am still purple as a bruise. My dearest Superman, there are other ways to be brave than becoming a martyr. I stitched that cape myself and wrapped it around you like sacrifice. Like ‘please come back when you’re done saving everyone’. Like ‘please stay safe while you’re chasing your monsters’. My dearest Superman, you have a chest that roars like a stadium full of fire. There is no shame in putting out some of the flames. There is no shame in quiet survival. My dearest Superman, your heavy eyelashes have swept the evil out of every city you’ve loved. Come back and look at me the way you used to. My dearest Superman, if this were a different story you’d step out of the phone booth and forgive yourself for not answering the calls. But you are already on someone else’s planet trying to stop the explosions before they happen. My dearest Superman, if you knew about the war in my hands, you would have spent a lifetime counting the casualties. You would have never left my side. My dearest Superman, sometimes it is easier to count the breaths of the living instead of the bodies of the dead. Sometimes it is easier to create your own peace than it is to destroy everyone else’s war. My dearest Superman, it’s okay if you need someone else to be the hero. It’s okay if you are tired of being so brave."
    — Y.Z, what the comic books never told you (via rustyvoices)
  29. Source: figmentalism
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