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out-there-on-the-maroon:

elubviq:

expert-jumper:

unscinfinity:

expert-jumper:

It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

E V E R Y O N E

NO CHANCES TAKEN

wtf.

out-there-on-the-maroon:

elubviq:

expert-jumper:

unscinfinity:

expert-jumper:

It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

E V E R Y O N E

NO CHANCES TAKEN

wtf.

(via emcat95)

stupidstagram:

U gotta act cool, calm and collected around liquid eyeliner bc it can sense ur fear

(Source: natnovna, via ugly)

mquester:

I loved this scene so much. The actors play off this pairing as flirty and adorable in a way the characters really weren’t in the novels IMO. 

That said, when she said the line, “Girls see more blood than boys,” my husband was all confused and like, “What, warrior women, she means?”

So I just looked at him and started listing off, “Blood from their periods every month, maybe blood from sex, blood from childbirth, blood from tending and washing the wounded and dead…That’s been true for most of womankind all through history.”

And he got very, very quiet.

(Source: victorianhooker, via emcat95)

You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you.

—One of the most freeing things I have ever heard (via firecannotkillabadwolf)

(via le-caffeine)

filthycurtains:

Actual representation of what happens when you and your friend have class together.

(via emcat95)

af-terglow:

how weird is the thought that some of the biggest days of our lives haven’t even happened yet

(via iradicate)

an-archangels-vessle:

fishingboatproceeds:

kurtofskyforlife:

justmellarkingabout:

gracefullikeagazelle:

windmills-of-my-mind:

maevemactire:

apsilpastille:

k-auhale:

So I have been talking to this guy I really like for about a month now, and I was at work one day, and he surprises me, holding my favourite Starbucks drink. I had lent him the book Looking For Alaska, because he said he never really enjoyed reading, and I told him this book would change that. So he told me he was done with it, and he took me home from work. We get in front of my house and he’s like “I want another book!” So I told him I’d run inside and get him Paper Towns. 
As I was getting out he grabs me by my hand and says, “Wait! there’s this quote I wanted to show you on page… 123, I think. I like it a lot and I’m surprised you didn’t highlight it!”
And so I turn to the page, and there is this post it note pointing to that sentence.
I was asked out via a John Green book.

You hold onto that boy and never let him go.

When’s the wedding?

JOHN GREEN NEEDS TO SEE THIS

MARRY THAT BOY.

MAKE JOHN GREEN FIND THE THING

John Green needs to see the thing.

That is definitely why I put it there.

HE FOUND THE THING

an-archangels-vessle:

fishingboatproceeds:

kurtofskyforlife:

justmellarkingabout:

gracefullikeagazelle:

windmills-of-my-mind:

maevemactire:

apsilpastille:

k-auhale:

So I have been talking to this guy I really like for about a month now, and I was at work one day, and he surprises me, holding my favourite Starbucks drink. I had lent him the book Looking For Alaska, because he said he never really enjoyed reading, and I told him this book would change that. So he told me he was done with it, and he took me home from work. We get in front of my house and he’s like “I want another book!” So I told him I’d run inside and get him Paper Towns

As I was getting out he grabs me by my hand and says, “Wait! there’s this quote I wanted to show you on page… 123, I think. I like it a lot and I’m surprised you didn’t highlight it!”

And so I turn to the page, and there is this post it note pointing to that sentence.

I was asked out via a John Green book.

You hold onto that boy and never let him go.

When’s the wedding?

JOHN GREEN NEEDS TO SEE THIS

MARRY THAT BOY.

MAKE JOHN GREEN FIND THE THING

John Green needs to see the thing.

That is definitely why I put it there.

HE FOUND THE THING

(via jessi-carrr)