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veritaaas:

STOP HITTING ME WITH THESE FEELS

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barascum:

princess—kuranosuke:

~SO I GUESS THIS IS THEIR NEXT PLAN? PLEASE READ THIS HANDY GUIDE OF HOW TO AVOID UNWANTED PANIC AND STRESS~
-Don’t go on tags. Seriously just don’t. Actually just secure your account and just stay off Tumblr. Go outside, pet a cat, read a book. Just avoid Tumblr.
-Don’t click any links. If you really want to make that brownie in a mug or whatever, LOOK IT UP YOURSELF. This way you know you won’t be opening any screamers or anything. Just go to google and search “cute bunnies” or whatever you need to do, just don’t open a link on Tumblr.
-Don’t talk about the raid. No angry rants or mocking or reactions to what happens. Talk to someone privately if you need to, remember they’re doing this for a reaction.
-And lastly, be careful. Just take some deep breaths and even though it’s hard to just ignore it, sometimes the best option is just to shut down your computer or even just delete your blog. Take a step away from things. Walk outside, talk on the phone with friends, talk to you pets, draw, do what makes you happy! I know this seems like a HUGE deal right now, but it’ll blow over eventually. Beside, sometimes it’s hard to see how much something consumes you until you step back for a while.  BE VERY SAFE EVERYONE, OKAY?

barascum:

princess—kuranosuke:

~SO I GUESS THIS IS THEIR NEXT PLAN? PLEASE READ THIS HANDY GUIDE OF HOW TO AVOID UNWANTED PANIC AND STRESS~

-Don’t go on tags. Seriously just don’t. Actually just secure your account and just stay off Tumblr. Go outside, pet a cat, read a book. Just avoid Tumblr.

-Don’t click any links. If you really want to make that brownie in a mug or whatever, LOOK IT UP YOURSELF. This way you know you won’t be opening any screamers or anything. Just go to google and search “cute bunnies” or whatever you need to do, just don’t open a link on Tumblr.

-Don’t talk about the raid. No angry rants or mocking or reactions to what happens. Talk to someone privately if you need to, remember they’re doing this for a reaction.

-And lastly, be careful. Just take some deep breaths and even though it’s hard to just ignore it, sometimes the best option is just to shut down your computer or even just delete your blog. Take a step away from things. Walk outside, talk on the phone with friends, talk to you pets, draw, do what makes you happy! I know this seems like a HUGE deal right now, but it’ll blow over eventually. Beside, sometimes it’s hard to see how much something consumes you until you step back for a while.
BE VERY SAFE EVERYONE, OKAY?

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tonyperry:

I think Raven wants to go on tour :) #roaddog

tonyperry:

I think Raven wants to go on tour :) #roaddog

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elmakias:

peter-pan-mentality:

You all need to start having Adam’s tweets sent to your phone and here is why.

yea please, do that. Itll be like we are texting buddies 

elmakias:

peter-pan-mentality:

You all need to start having Adam’s tweets sent to your phone and here is why.

yea please, do that. Itll be like we are texting buddies 

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chloederp:

youngblackandvegan:

theeraofgatzby:

brownglucose:

"Now rap about your problems"

I want him to be my son. I truly think he has more street cred than drake

more quality than most stuff on the radio today tbh 

10/10

Beautiful

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july-17th:

changlinqs:

redwoodnymph:

shaitea:

rechained:

awkwarddly:

aqcuired:

wow..

oh wow

oh my god

Fuck

Oh

this is beautiful.

highest of all compliments omg

july-17th:

changlinqs:

redwoodnymph:

shaitea:

rechained:

awkwarddly:

aqcuired:

wow..

oh wow

oh my god

Fuck

Oh

this is beautiful.

highest of all compliments omg

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the-divergent-demigod:

kurlozy:

boxed-hobo:

keriancal:

bigmouth12349:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?
I don’t know you, okay? You’re a stranger to me. I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I? No, no I did not. How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?
Let me tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to shut this book right now. Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.
What? I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean. You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark. Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known. Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages. Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?
I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice. I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before. The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.
Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile. Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE.



so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

JOHN GREEN FIND THIS POST AND WRITE IT

the-divergent-demigod:

kurlozy:

boxed-hobo:

keriancal:

bigmouth12349:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?

I don’t know you, okay? You’re a stranger to me. I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I? No, no I did not. How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?

Let me tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to shut this book right now. Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.

What? I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean. You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark. Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known. Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages. Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?

I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice. I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before. The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.

Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile. Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE.

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so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

JOHN GREEN FIND THIS POST AND WRITE IT

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Reblog this if your mother listened to at least one 5sos song I’m trying to prove a point to mine

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femmenatic:

poppunkvampire:

ineloquentformalities:

versacekardashian:

vonnegutpizza:

There needs to be more body positive songs in pop culture and I think this is a great contribution. THIS IS AN IMPORTANT THING.

this is rly cute

#SLAAAAY!!!!!

Holy shit this video is fucking adorable

omg its sionemaraschino dancing up a storm!! ahhhh I love him

Oh my god

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thingswhatareawesome:

mother-fucking-avengers:

cherizo:

growing up as a gifted and talented student made me ridiculously ashamed of being wrong. like being wrong about the littlest things makes me want to cry and hate myself and i turn back into the big baby i actually am.

FINALLY SOMEONE PUT THIS INTO WORDS FOR ME

 

or you’re really book smart and don’t get jokes and stuff like that and feel like a total fuckup

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blissfulcatharsis:

even on tumblr i’m the quiet kid that sits in the corner and doesn’t really know anyone

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Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon/private questions.

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fuentesbrothersdoingthings:

Mike is questioning whether or not the scene in front of him is Instagram worthy.

fuentesbrothersdoingthings:

Mike is questioning whether or not the scene in front of him is Instagram worthy.

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the-beauty-of-media:

bemetalasfuck:

Please reblog or like if you feel a teacher’s negative behaviour towards you has ever brought your grade down or caused you to lose interest in a class.

This would really help me with a research project I’m starting.

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY.

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pangalacticgargleblaster:

ifreakinlovebooks:

lediableaquatre:

fearnotthepen:

I don’t understand why books have shifted from having summaries on the back of the covers to having one-line reviews.

Seriously though. I want to know what the book is about. Not that someone from the Evening Standard thinks it’s a masterpiece. 

I have been waiting for this post my whole life.

THANK YOU

THANK YOU, again, because once is not enough

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