Diplomat's Son
Vampire Weekend - Contra (33,071)

Marilyn Monroe photographed by George Barris, 1962

People inspire you or they drain you. Pick them wisely.
Hans F. Hansen
(via whenanxietystrikes)

Hermione: It’s meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that? Ron: Twice.

askneppy:

multipack:

row row row your boat gently away from me

Merrily merrily merrily merrily please just fuckin leave

simplypotterheads:

The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can’t hurt it.  

just a reminder…

I’m traveling across Europe until mid July basically, and it’s a little hard for me to get to messages and make content regularly during this time. I just wanted to make a post about this b/c I’ve been getting messages (granted mostly from my side-blogs). I have things queued but as we all know, tumblr isn’t always super reliable. I do have access to the internet but it’s just a bit of a pain to check 24/7 when I’m so busy. I hope everyone will continue to be super understanding! x

Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Shakespeare (via riverphoenyx)

About to go out for dinner, but I need to share this bc Paint made another “After Ever After” video and the ending made my day. This one features Mulan, Cinderella, Tiana and Elsa! 

satnin:

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Jock Carroll, 1952.

[aggressively thinks about having sex with you while keeping a straight face]

jaclcfrost:

like how saying beetlejuice three times summons him, saying the name of any character i like three times summons me. in fact, making vague references to any character i like three times summons me. actually. you don’t even have to do it three times and i’ll appear. mention them once, i’m there. in fact. don’t even mention them at all. i’m there. and never shutting up about them. ever

"Why don the white cloak if you meant to betray all it stood for?" Why? What could he say that she might possibly understand? ”I was a boy. Fifteen. It was a great honor for one so young.” “That is no answer,” she said scornfully. You would not like the truth. He had joined the Kingsguard for love, of course.

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