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 .    

f4me:

i only help mum unpack the groceries so i know what food she bought 

seselapod:

I THINK MY FAVORITE THING IS WHEN PEOPLE GET REALLY MAD OR FRUSTRATED OR SAD IN THEIR TAGS AND YELL ABOUT HOW UPSET THEY ARE IN ALL CAPS AND THEYRE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT TAG REGULARLY SO IT’S JUST ALL THIS SCREAMING AND THEN LIKE fandom title in lowercase