"

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

"

— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)

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Benedict Cumberbatch is interviewed on SiriusXM’s Entertainment Weekly Radio channel from Comic-Con 2014 at The Hard Rock Hotel on July 26, 2014

Benedict Cumberbatch is interviewed on SiriusXM’s Entertainment Weekly Radio channel from Comic-Con 2014 at The Hard Rock Hotel on July 26, 2014

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best-of-memes:

this man won the internet

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Tags: fun gay

sourwolf-loki-destiel-221b said: I still need your name :)

right…that :D my name is Anna, Anna Belkovsa

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readingaroundthemovies:

fartgallery:

i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches

Those r my mums initials…,

say hello to your new dad. i see that your tumblr blog contains some vulgar language. you’re grounded

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"There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more."

Helena Bonham Carter (via kushandwizdom)

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Man ir astoņi rapitogrāfi un melnbats prieks

Man ir astoņi rapitogrāfi un melnbats prieks


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sherlock-hannibal:

Mads Mikkelsen : Flaunt Magazine | video here

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"I feel like if my poems could see themselves
they’d want a nose job, so I’m extra careful
around mirrors. This isn’t the first love poem
I’ve written today. It’s definitely not the first
love poem to ever exist. My grocery list
looked like this last week: coffee grounds,
lipstick, eggs, canned soup, apples, lotion,
shampoo. The thing about being single
is that you can sleep in to an ungodly hour but
you’re the one that has to do all the shopping.
I still remember how kissing him made my
mouth sweat. This isn’t anything new.
Our hair falls out and the milk spoils and
we buy magazines for their glossy promises.
Currently I am sitting on the subway after
getting a bikini wax and I can’t stop rubbing
my thighs together. I would have sent you
this text but we’re going home to other
people now. Being an adult looked so much
better when we weren’t adults."

Kristina Haynes, “First Love Poem” ( (via wildbeastsandpaper)

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