Oh Please, Patis.

YES.

(via callherhollywood)

• Tumblr: Here, have some kittens...
• Tumblr: Delicious food? There.
• Tumblr: I bring you some beautiful, insipiring art...
• Parents/Roommate/Boss: *walks into the room*
• Tumblr: PORN?
• Tumblr: YOU SAID PORN?
• Tumblr: DID I HEAR DICKS?
• Tumblr: WHAT WAS THAT DID YOU MENTION HARDCORE GAY SEX?

(via metrogoon)

• me: this is a bad idea and will only make me sad
• me: okay let's do it

(via heyfunniest)

(via a-jedi)

finnickohdairs:

coelasquid:

mypatronusisyou:

(via funvee)

OH YES SHE DID.

(via xoxopossumgirl)

Of overtimes, and good times.

Of sunsets and sadness.

It’s morning. You wake up, and you smile. You thank God that it’s a new day. You actually thank God that you have to wake up and start a whole new day again.

This is what love feels like.

You go to work, and while everyone else is having a ridiculously ugly morning, yours is in full color. Kind of like that High Def shit that you see in TV; and for some weird reason, everything just falls into place. 

This is what it feels like.

You don’t mind skipping breakfast, lunch, dinner - hell, even breathing. You need to be with her.

Why? Because being with her is no longer an option. It’s a necessity. 

This is what it feels like.

Come hell or high water, you know you can and will face anything head on, simply because she says that you can. You see the magic in that? Her words can push you to do things unimaginable to you before she existed. Her words are your hope. She is your lifeline. And from that moment on, everything that you’re doing, you’re doing for her. 

This is what love is.

Why am I telling you this? Because nothing will ever compare to this. Nothing will ever compare to the feeling of being thankful for every. single. day. It will never be similar to being rich or being famous; never be similar to being pretty, or physically gifted. Nothing. 

Whatever this feeling faces, it will conquer. Whatever it is given, it will take. Whatever challenges it, it will defeat.

Because love wins. Love always wins.

And that’s exactly how it feels.

WIN.

(via muerta-viva)

It’s the moooost wonderful tiiiiime of the yeeeear.