~Live,Laugh,Love~

myassisbetterthanyours:

This advert keeps coming on my telly and it’s the best thing ever

redgaloshesforfeet:

I never knew that seals could do this until this January AND IT FREAKS ME THE FUCK OUT

i wonder if the instagram creators are sad to see their invention used like this

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.

yoursourwolfisshowing:

slowbro-the-kid:

SO I RUN FRANTICALLY INTO KROGER TO GET KETCHUP BEFORE MY MCNUGGETS GET COLD

AND AS I STAND AT THE SELF CHECK OUT WITH ONLY A JUMBO BOTTLE OF HEINZ TOMATO KETCHUP EVERYONE STARTS FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME LIKE WHAT THE HELL

THEN I REMEMBER IM WEARING THIS SHIRT

I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW

In heinzsight you should have checked what you were wearing.

wowzowski:

heath ledger was a freakin angel

gr-oovy:

vividing:

969kg:

my-body-not-yours:

FUCK

he’s like just checkin u out oh god

Omg

WHAT THE HOLY FUCK IS HAB OPPPENIINDG

exploristics:

I didn’t know one direction was in pitch perfect

I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.

askgeorgebush:

datsunsanddames:

mystupidfinds:

What I imagine it’s like to be a guy

all the time