"Baby, show me by the way you hold me"

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Sat, 25 May 2013 09:38:12 -0400

je-suis-une-bear-polar: bakerstreetsdoctor: otpswillruinyourlif...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:45:58 -0400

bakerstreetsdoctor:

otpswillruinyourlife:

cant-catch-this-snitch:

castiels-hunter:

caffine-addict:

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

Plot Twist:

“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.

“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

IT GOT BETTER

MUCH MUCH BETTER

SCREAMING FROM THIS PERFECTION

THAT IS THE BEST RIGHT THERE

themicrominer: pegacornalley: heiress-to-the-industries: mldmn...

Mon, 20 May 2013 06:56:26 -0400

themicrominer:

pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you?

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG

“Pikachu,” said Pikachu

lovelybreexo: slit-mywrists: stayyoungatheart15: fallen—-stars...

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:35:59 -0400

lovelybreexo:

slit-mywrists:

stayyoungatheart15:

fallen—-stars:

cococola19:

fuzzyboobear:

princesslaurae:

quietly-overcoming:

tribalmoons:

dropxdeadxmisery:

soulcrasher:

im-a-total-wreck:

invisible-ones:

shattered-th0ughts:

bandsandbattlescars:

4nal-ashby:

frozen-grapes:

awkward-andreaa:

wasted-daisiesss:

m-ildawn:

elviravampire:

R.I.P

rest in peace ty, love you foorever and a day

R.I.P dad, i miss you and love you

I don’t know anyone who has commited suicide but Rest In Peace <3

Rip to my future self

^

RIP my best friend Courtney, 15, and my cousin Jarrod, 17

This need more notes and if you don’t reblog this I’m judging you big time!

rip sam

Rest In Peace Brandon. I love you. I’ll forever be your QuinnyBear.

RIP. Xx

rip uncle dennis xo

Rest in peace the three I know of from Melbourne, Olivia P, Kathryn S, and Sarah.

RIP:
My great grandfather
My cousin
Almost my cousin who’s like my big brother
Me this summer

R.I.P

RIP…my great uncle, and others. Xx

RIP to my memere and all the other beautiful people

I reblog every time this is on my dash.

RIP to a friend i lost in 6th grade

RIP Tierra. Fly high angel.

itsnachoday: sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:11:56 -0400

itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

gerardcalmyourhands: my biggest fear is someone asking me out as a joke like i have literally had...

Sun, 12 May 2013 17:36:50 -0400

gerardcalmyourhands:

my biggest fear is someone asking me out as a joke like i have literally had this thought at the back of my mind since like 2nd grade and i am terrified

h0t-southern-mess: kelleywong: Sgt. Zachary Stinson, USMC,...

Mon, 06 May 2013 20:20:12 -0400

h0t-southern-mess:

kelleywong:

Sgt. Zachary Stinson, USMC, uses his arms to stand for the playing of the National Anthem. Words cannot explain how inspiring this is.

I know I just reblogged this, but I don’t care. This man has so much of my respect. God bless him.

magical-history-genius: michelleisnotonfire: theonewhowrites: loki-dokey: postordiea: bendydick...

Sun, 05 May 2013 21:48:38 -0400

magical-history-genius:

michelleisnotonfire:

theonewhowrites:

loki-dokey:

postordiea:

bendydicks:

You know how you get those posts with Americans and Brits bickering over freedom and tea and scones and spelling.
And the rest of us who aren’t from either country are just looking on like
oh just kiss already

WE. ARE. NOT. YOUR. OTP

GOD WE HAVE SHIPPERS

Bramerica.

#LIBERTEA

LIBERTEA

kendallschmidthappens: Placing my bets that half the One Direction fandom will yell at us for...

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:32:57 -0400

kendallschmidthappens:

Placing my bets that half the One Direction fandom will yell at us for loving this episode.

youdontknowschmidt: I STILL FREAKED OUT EVEN THO I’VE SEEN THIS VIDEO MORE TIMES THAN SHOULD BE...

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:26:38 -0400

youdontknowschmidt:

I STILL FREAKED OUT EVEN THO I’VE SEEN THIS VIDEO MORE TIMES THAN SHOULD BE HUMANLY POSSIBLE

suaveschmidt: I actually love the whole message of this episode though. They’re telling us that no...

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:25:57 -0400

suaveschmidt:

I actually love the whole message of this episode though. They’re telling us that no matter what bands come and go they’re always going to be there doing what they love and doing it not for the fans or money but for the music

JAMES IS A PRETTY IDIOT OK KENDALL

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:20:55 -0400

JAMES IS A PRETTY IDIOT OK KENDALL

MAMA KNIGHT IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:16:49 -0400

MAMA KNIGHT IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL

willyoubemybatmanx: KATIE STOP GROWING UP

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:12:28 -0400

willyoubemybatmanx:

KATIE STOP GROWING UP

kendallismylife: The amount of sassy Kendall we have gotten in 8 minutes is amazing

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:12:13 -0400

kendallismylife:

The amount of sassy Kendall we have gotten in 8 minutes is amazing

HOLY FUCK WHY

Wed, 01 May 2013 21:54:14 -0400

HOLY FUCK WHY

flightmediclife: This beautiful little girl had open heart...

Wed, 01 May 2013 21:52:39 -0400

flightmediclife:

This beautiful little girl had open heart surgery less than 24 hours before this photo was taken. When asked why she was up so quickly, she replied her Hello Kitty slippers make everything better.

Reblog to show how strong she is!

Note: This photo was published with permission from her mother.

4/30 Update: I have since spoken with the mother and she is eternally grateful for the support her daughter has received. Keep reblogging!

this probs my fave kames picture and idk why I mean it’s...

Wed, 01 May 2013 16:58:57 -0400

this probs my fave kames picture and idk why I mean it’s just so perfect

oh-yes-it-was-worth-it: give me the reasons not to reblog...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:46:21 -0400

oh-yes-it-was-worth-it:

give me the reasons not to reblog this.

they don’t exist

You don’t see many Mumford and Sons gifsets. This is really cool.

YOU DON’T SEE MANY MUMFORD AND SONS GIFSETS

i shouldnt laugh this hard

notsoinnocentalchemist: trytoswimtostayfloat: stay-ocean-minded...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:42:09 -0400

notsoinnocentalchemist:

trytoswimtostayfloat:

stay-ocean-minded:

honorized:

dreamsof-paradise:

Every single person needs to reblog this. No, it will not ruin your blog, it will make it a million times better.

So much respect. And sadness. He’s trying so hard to stay strong.

i’m tearing :/

wow

No, no, this is horrible. You see, the flag will go to the husband or wife of the deceased soldier as next of kin. This flag is going to the son.

Both of his parents are gone.