lampsarepeopletoo:

the worst part about having a crush on someone is everything

assiest:

pool party and everyone’s invited!! bring your own pool!

tonystaarks:

#HOW DOES STEVE CARELL NOT HAVE AN EMMY JUST FOR THIS LINE

That’s a woman for you. One day she’s kissing you, the next she’s filling you with arrows. That hair she had. Well, the hottest fires burn out quickest. To Ygritte, kissed by fire!

You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.

papa-scotch:

linpatootie:

veiledsentiments:

The Hannibal fandom is the creepiest, yet politest fandom ever. 

to be fair our motto is ‘eat the rude’

so

you know

Fannibals: the first truly self-policing fandom.

ugh @ twitter trends with typos

Aaron Abrams Hugh Dancy tweet.
I am crying I love this cast and crew.

Everyone should tweet #thisismydesign to get Hannibal a TT

"I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned.

II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger.

III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.

IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.

V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me.

VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him."
Clementine von Radics, ”In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)” (via lifeinpoetry)