“I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.”

celestial-sexhair:

cockroachsoup:

cockroachsoup:

cockroachsoup:

cockroachsoup:

cockroachsoup:

cockroachsoup:

do you think i could cook a s’more on the really hot part of my laptop

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I’m doing it

running two games in the background to cause laptop to heat up more

bottom of marshmallow is warm

the chocolate is soft enough that some comes off on my finger when touching it

it’s working

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the chocolate is melting

i touched it and that happened

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We did it kids

welcome to the internet

Moonlight spilled off the polished surface of the boy’s violin as he turned to lay it down on top of the wardrobe, the bow beside it. When he turned back to her, he was smiling. I should have introduced myself earlier,” he said. “I’m James Carstairs. Please call me Jem—everyone does.”

Lily Collins arrives at the Chiltern Firehouse in London (July 12, 2014)

durbikins:

…sorry that your bitch asses came into my house uninvited

euroarab:

i blog as fast as possible for a short time then i vanish

precumming:

don’t you hate it when youre in a relationship but the other person doesn’t know

parynoid:

when you look cute in a snapchat and they don’t reply image

journeys-in-ink:

There is no such thing as a ” quick trip” to the bookstore .