There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
—The Jedi Code
GUYS LIZA MINNELLI WAS IN THE SELFIE TOO BUT SHE WAS TOO FUCKING SHORT I CAN’T (x)
its like buster’s in the front and they’re all keeping her away from him
Those casting directors must sleep so well at night
ya with that crossroad demon deal hanging over their heads
isn’t it upsetting that your future husband is literally alive right now but you just don’t know who he is he could be with a STUPID GIRLFRIEND GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND
also isn’t it upsetting that your future wife is literally alive right now but you just don’t know who she is she could be lonely or sad or something horrible could be happening to her and oh no now im worried…
isn’t it upsetting that your future 50 cats are literally not born yet
Nothing could make me more curious about your taxidermy than this.
I need this as a t-shirt as “zoologically improbable and/or terrifying to small children” sums me up.
Finally I know what I want inscribed on my tombstone when I die.
I remember the news article, this is the lion that was removed:
THAT IS FUCKING TERRIFYING
OH MY GOD THAT IS HORRIFIC
I’M LAUGHING SO HARD OH MY GOD
I can’t remember the last time I actually laughed this hard at something on tumblr. Oh my shit.
literally my favorite thing about the ENTIRE MOVIE is thinking about this. bc. okay. there are three avengers who could easily ascend stark tower and reach tony’s apartment and three who’d have to ride along. so did hulk grab steve and tony grab clint and thor grab natasha and all just fly up there with varying degrees of grace? or did they, as a group, walk into the lobby of stark tower and push the elevator button and wait for it to open? did hulk fit? did they shuffle around because they set off the weight alarm? and like, tony and steve go up? and clint and thor? and natasha waits with hulk last because she’s starting to feel real warm toward him? or did they all go up together? silent and exhausted? hulk nodding his head to the muzak?
EVERY POSSIBILITY IS A DELIGHT.
“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”
Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”
oh my god
I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.
I’m almost afraid to want it.
John Green, we’re waiting.
“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.
“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”
FUCK IT GOT BETTER
I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.
SOMEONE CONTINUE IT. NOW.
Did you know that by spelling the english word SOCKS outloud, you are also saying the spanish phrase Eso si que es, which means “it is what is is”.
My spanish teacher told us this last year and I will never forget it
can we say socks instead of yolo?
Mama, just killed a man #SOCKS
im laughing histerically right now
that show with the gay guys who won’t admit they’re gay for each other
today on guess the fandom
You’ll have to narrow it down plz
okay fine the one where we like the bad guy
You’re gonna have to narrow it a bit more than that
alright the one where there’s a guy who died but not really
can you narrow it down just a tiny bit more sorry