Posted 1 week ago

itsmelandon:

deepinsideashadow:

not-broke-just-bent:

pedrotojal:

This will make you think about life. 

1)  The day my sister got back from the hospital after a suicide attempt. I didnt let go for about an hour.

2) Kid just found out his brother was shot and killed.

3) A Russian war veteran kneels beside the tank he spent the war in, now a monument.

4) Man sobbing at animal shelter. After being jailed briefly and his dog Buzz Lightyear impounded he couldn’t afford the $400 to get his pet back.

5) A firefighter gives water to a koala during the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that burned across Victoria, Australia, in 2009.

6) Alcoholic father with his son

7) Robert Peraza pauses at his son’s name on the 9/11 Memorial during the tenth anniversary ceremonies at the site of the World Trade Center.

8) Greg Cook hugs his dog Coco after finding her inside his destroyed home in Alabama following the Tornado in March, 2012

9) After two double lung transplants and years of battling cystic fibrosis, my good friend passed away last Saturday. This was one of the last pics taken with his mother.

This gave me the chills

I’m actually sobbing.

I met the guy in the last photo. He was a cool guy.

Posted 3 weeks ago
carinapereira87:

“Sherlock?”
“Hum.”
“We need to get up.”
“I know.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, as if threatened by the words, he pulled John closer, placing a hand on his head and stroking John’s hair with his long, exquisite fingers. John did not complain or move. His ear was placed over Sherlock’s chest and the uneven beating of his heart sounded like a lullaby.
“Don’t go today.” Sherlock asked, his eyes still closed, enjoying the warmth John’s body provided, leaning against his own.
“But I have to work.” John complained, holding him closer.
“Call in sick. A doctor can’t see their patients sick.”
“But I am not sick. That would be lying.”
“Not exactly.” Sherlock affirmed. “You are sick. Lovesick.”
John laughed this time, the trembling of his body as he did so shaking Sherlock as well. John kissed Sherlock’s chest over the shirt and smiled.
“Who told you that I love you?”
Sherlock opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling.
“Will you stay?” he asked.
John took a deep breath. He didn’t think he had a choice.
“Of course.” he answered, his body relaxing now, knowing he was going nowhere.
“Well, that told me.” Sherlock said, simply, kissing his forehead and smiling.
John smiled back. That fool was right, he did love him.
John pulled the sheets up, covering them both, and closed his eyes again, as Sherlock did, feeling his heart beating at the exact same pace as Sherlock’s.
Lovesick. He liked the symptoms.

carinapereira87:

“Sherlock?”

“Hum.”

“We need to get up.”

“I know.”

But he didn’t move. Instead, as if threatened by the words, he pulled John closer, placing a hand on his head and stroking John’s hair with his long, exquisite fingers. John did not complain or move. His ear was placed over Sherlock’s chest and the uneven beating of his heart sounded like a lullaby.

“Don’t go today.” Sherlock asked, his eyes still closed, enjoying the warmth John’s body provided, leaning against his own.

“But I have to work.” John complained, holding him closer.

“Call in sick. A doctor can’t see their patients sick.”

“But I am not sick. That would be lying.”

“Not exactly.” Sherlock affirmed. “You are sick. Lovesick.”

John laughed this time, the trembling of his body as he did so shaking Sherlock as well. John kissed Sherlock’s chest over the shirt and smiled.

“Who told you that I love you?”

Sherlock opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

“Will you stay?” he asked.

John took a deep breath. He didn’t think he had a choice.

“Of course.” he answered, his body relaxing now, knowing he was going nowhere.

“Well, that told me.” Sherlock said, simply, kissing his forehead and smiling.

John smiled back. That fool was right, he did love him.

John pulled the sheets up, covering them both, and closed his eyes again, as Sherlock did, feeling his heart beating at the exact same pace as Sherlock’s.

Lovesick. He liked the symptoms.

Posted 3 weeks ago

bludgertothehead:

but why do famous people get things for free if they’re the ones that can afford it 

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egberts:

how many posts can i reblog in five minutes before disappearing for three hours

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2xknifekind:

2xknifekind:

in ten years we’re all going to sit down and talk about our tumblr phase

on tumblr

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mellarkes:

“all was well”

NO NOTHING IS WELL BECAUSE I JUST FINISHED THE BOOK SERIES THAT MADE UP MY WHOLE CHILDHOOD AND NOW THERE AREN’T ANY MORE BOOKS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF AND I DIDN’T GET MY HOGWARTS LETTER AND I’M NOT A WIZARD SO I HATE EVERYTHING 

(Source: jacewaylands)

Posted 3 weeks ago

rneowies:

How To Do Everything Last Minute: A Novel by me that I am going to write later

Posted 3 weeks ago

thepurposeismypenis:

i’m not gonna tell you how to run your life but if you don’t think this looks like legolas and aragorn are getting married

image

you’re just flat out wrong

Posted 3 weeks ago

thereisnothingicantbe:

My dad treats Easter like its the fucking Olympics. He gets this sick enjoyment from watching us trying to find our baskets that literally could be ANYWHERE. Last year mine was suspended in air inside our fireplace. 2 years ago my brother had to scale the side of a tree to get his basket down. THIS ISN’T THE GODDAMN TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT DAD JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING PEEPS.

Posted 3 weeks ago
janegofett:

this freaking cracks me up

janegofett:

this freaking cracks me up