I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via kafkaesque-world)

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Gordo: setting the bar impossibly high for men since 2000

(via ruinedchildhood)

themeltdownwithjonahandkumail:

We’ve all been singing “It didn’t work out” since the taping. Join us. 

(Source: daddymymouthisfullofstars, via comedycentral)

thecollection613:

con-la-muerte:

xkittykaattx:

sasstrid-and-dorkcup:

madehimsaycomfychairs:

floacist:

iwishitwas1983:

I’m crying.

LMAOOOOOOOOO the screaming in the beginning

"mr. owl"
"oh jesus christ"
"please don’t give me that look"
"please don’t fly"

DYING omg

That owl is 30000000% done

every time this video graces me with its presence i feel obliged to reblog it

never fails 

Lolol omg I’m done

Reblog every time

(Source: becausebirds, via ruinedchildhood)

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

nick nO THAT’S NOT HOW YOU BAKE COOKIES FRIEND

FLOOR IT?

NICK NO

HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND

NICK YOU ARE GOING TO BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN

I’M GOING TO HARNESS THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES

NICK P L E A S E

(via ruinedchildhood)

crazyforshoey:

my-darling-loki:

thewakeupcall:

this post is everything omg 

I seriously tried to scroll past this. I failed.

Aww :(

(Source: not-thefunniestblog, via ruinedchildhood)

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

—H.P. Lovecraft (via nathanielstuart)

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tinycatfeet:

me to all of my friends in relationships

tinycatfeet:

me to all of my friends in relationships

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY