boundless

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Only a madman hears the truth as treason.

ilcosmodiseiya:

There are some paths woven so deeply into the fabric of the world that nothing can be done to change them.

Abnegation (self-sacrifice) - an enlighted mind
Corruption (moral perversion) - a black heart
Immortality (enduring fame) - an eternal soul
Grudge (malevolence) - a twisted perception
Ascension (elevation) - a noble spirit

merlinista:

Merlin Merchandise: http://bit.ly/1dMepsw

merlinista:

Merlin Merchandise: http://bit.ly/1dMepsw

I’m on the side of the angels.

dauntlesshadowhunterravenclaw:

TACO NEEDS TO KEEP HIS LITTLE MOUTH SHUT 

unradiantly:

-tired

unradiantly:

-tired

hoserfucker:

DO U EVER JUST REMEMBER SOMEONE WHO PRETTY MUCH FUCKED UP YOUR LIFE AND THEN UR LIKE WOW I WAS SO FUCKING STUPID TO ALLOW THEM INTO MY LIFE FOR A STARTERS WHY DIDN’T I PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WHILE I HAD THE CHANCE I’M GLAD THEY ARE GONE BY NOW

thecentercourfeyrac:

glitterandmetal-yt-da:

roundtocrescent:

mysnogboxisbiggerontheinside:

do you ever think that oliver wood was created for the sole purpose of innuendo

yes

even his name is an innuendo

It gets even better when you realize the actor’s name was Sean Biggerstaff.

no these are not tears

welovethebeekeeper:

rachellephant:

the most important thing to me ever is bi kids knowing that it’s ok to be 10% attracted to women and 90% attracted to men or 10% attracted to men and 90% attracted to women and still feeling ok to identify as bi, and still feeling like their identity is valid, and still feeling like they can lead fulfilling lives with both (or other) genders. like that’s just so fricking important.

Oh wise words. It’s fine in whatever ratio.

"I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first

By the age of 10 
She knows time,
And location

By 17 
She’s already chosen a gown
2 bridesmaids
And a maid of honor

By 23 
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Someone
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen

To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what my wedding will look like

But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise

I imagine
Her smile
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held

The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps

When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days

When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
I say
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly

I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them

If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book

I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos

Just so we can both have a few things to work on


Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most

I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife

I always say
…She’s a lot like you

Rudy Francisco (via katcossio)
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