“WHAT IS AIR” she screams as she takes her first breaths after being born. “ALL OF MY FEELS” she shrieks as she feels the pangs and joys of her first love. “THIS” she yells at the altar as the priest asks if she takes this man to be her husband. “WHAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN” she says as she gives birth to her first child. many a decade pass, and as she lays in a narrow hospital bed, surrounded by her children, her grandchildren, her friends and the love of her life, she reaches out a feeble, wrinkled, hand, and, with the last of her strength, howls “DYING” before reaching out to her laptop to post a gif of david tennant and passes from this life to the next.
(via quidditched)
(Source: sarahxmay, via liamdryden)
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sometimes i look at random people on the train or walking down the street and wonder about their day or what they had for breakfast or where they grew up and if they’re having a good or a bad day and i wonder if people do the same to me
(Source: daisyfairy, via ohhitherestranger)
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thanks, passive aggressive fortune cookie (Taken with instagram)
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
—Jaime Gil de Bieda (via deathlehem)
(Source: light-essence, via theshoutingendoflife)
My neighbor just yelled to one of his buddies “How many ounces are in a quart?”
His friend didnt know.
I yelled down from my window “32 ounces!” and then hid.
He looked around and then yelled out “Thank you female God!”
(via ohhitherestranger)
Matt Smith holding the Olympic Torch in Cardiff (May 26th)
I’m very excited about the run. It’s a huge privilege. A once in a lifetime thing. Let’s hope I don’t trip over!
(via ohhitherestranger)
