#in love with this

fourteen–steps:

fourteen–steps:

Absolutely OBSESSED with this caption on an old 90s Audubon calendar I found

This was the photo it was accompanying, which is, to be fair, adorable. But that teeny little fluffy face belies the visage of a future Terrible Bastard and even the prestigious Audubon Society acknowledges it.

wongbal:

hellofastudysession:

(narrator voice) stanley, i’m going to have to start practicing being ‘human’. oh, this is so wonderful; i’ll be able to do things i’ve never been capable of before! i’ll make art, and get easily mad at things, and i’ll be able to talk to people late into the night, and i can get tired, and… and you won’t mind if i bother you late into the night, will you? on the phone? it’s just that- well, already there’s so many things broiling up in my head, look at the sky,stanley, the sky! even with pollution clouding up the stars, it’s so marvelous…! the night… stanley, when do you think we’ll see a cat? do you think in fifteen minutes? maybe an hour? i’ll say fifteen minutes, yes. oh, what do you think this tree’s called? what about this pebble, do you want to name it? oh, have you never picked up a pebble before? you just sort of bend down and squeeze your fingers around it, and you’ll- no, no, stanley, you just picked up a large chunk of earth. this isn’t minecraft, stanley. i- wait. wait. is this minecraft? stanley, are we in minecraft again? but wouldn’t i know?? you don’t SEEM very blocky, but

deepinfatuation:

“The boys sat comfortably next to each other, Will’s arm around Nico’s shoulder, as the son of Hades twirled a burnt marshmallow on a stick.” (Rick Riordan, Tower of Nero page 375)

I watched the sun rise

saw the light hit your eyes

and smiled at your beauty

I saw you stumble out of bed

so many thoughts in your head

and go about your day

I watched you walk back in

your hand on my chin

and you kissed me hello

I saw the moon shine

more reflection in your eyes

I smiled, this is home.

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nightferns:

If I saw nights spent after midnight in a eulogy, Which you never got to give / But I’ve never put flowers by the street

thefoulbeast:

ALT

couldnt stop thinking about this post. town on gorkhon twyre blunt rotation

guilty-pleasures-abound:

rockingrobin69:

It would have been better if his arm wasn’t a sizzling colony of ants—but moving Draco would not only be cruel, it would be outright stupid. Right now he was resting on Harry’s chest, and he’s never been so… how to say it without falling apart; Draco was sharp edges, pointy and barbed. He didn’t do soft, not like this. Barer than when he was naked and frantic with need, more unguarded than when he was asleep. Making these unbearable, small noises of content. So Harry would suffer pins and needles; it’d be worth it. Probably anything would be.  

For@domaystic‘s day six. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

doctor8smegma:

It’s coming closer

The flames are now licking my body

Won’t you help me

Feel like I’m slipping away

It’s hard to breath

And my chest is a-heaving

Lord, have mercy

Burning the hole where I lay/lyr