slowcure:

dontstop-getitgetit:

tallblondeanddreaming:

fitnew-me:

ladyknucklesinshape:

fitchris25:

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA I AM DYYYIIINNNGGGGG

I CAN’T BREATHE. OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA That poor guy who has to deal with this. XD

LMFAOOO!!!!!!!

EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. T-REX AND WHALE OMG

Can’t not reblog.

IM FUCKING LOSING IT

#same #q

attractiveprincess:

IM 2% HUMAN and 98% pop culture references

#q

loliconprince:

itsrayray1223:

loliconprince:

if you genuinely have a crush on me and you dont tell me ur making a mistake because if you have a crush on me ill probably develop a crush on u in 0.2 seconds

Haha this is such a lesbian thing

im a 15 year old boy

"When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it."
— Unknown (via earthens)
#same #q

trillow:

“i need to get something off my chest”
yeah it’s your shirt let me help you with that

[Braavos] At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell.

Emilia Clarke for The New Yorker (April 2013)

Emilia Clarke for The New Yorker (April 2013)