kateordie:

I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.

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virginfrank:

Frank eating a granola bar, writing down lyrics for my tattoo, and hugging me

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laughter-everyday:

tumblr has given me the ability to laugh at the stupidest shit in the world

in my head

with a straight face.

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danslegsareonfire:

maccasmiz:

the-infallible-empress:

molto-bene-sherlock:

Prince William, Prince Charles, and now Prince George…

The royal family is slowly transforming into the Weasleys.

AND THEN THERE’S HARRY

WHO IRONICALLY IS THE ONLY GINGER ONE

best post ever

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pirouettesintopurgatory:

todayiwrotenothing:

I don’t know about other English-speaking cultures, but in Britain thick means dim, slow, a bit stupid. So I quite like the fact that the video for Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines features his surname as a hashtag in giant red letters. It’s like he’s misspelling an insult to himself. Flashing up #THICKE on the screen, he might as well include #STUPIDE #MORONE #IDIOTE #BRAINLESSE WANKERE

I READ ALL OVER THOSE WORDS IN A FRENCH ACCENT

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