ON YOUR LEFT

the-wild-primrose:

how the heck did this show

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That had great characters

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interesting characters who dealt with difficulties, prejudice, and fear

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a show that had a great plot

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that contained  love and friendship

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a show that could get dark but managed to say light-hearted and funny

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that also managed to complement the original series

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how oh how did it become this

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casfallsinlove:

i’m just really mad at misha for being so intelligent and intuitive and empathetic and generally really fucking wonderful

jewist:

the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again

Taylor Swift -> Singles

drkarayua:

piertotum-locomottor:

deepthoughtmod:

This guy was the leader of the improv comedy group I was in

who the fuck carries fake blood everywhere

leaders of improv comedy groups obviosuly

drkarayua:

piertotum-locomottor:

deepthoughtmod:

This guy was the leader of the improv comedy group I was in

who the fuck carries fake blood everywhere

leaders of improv comedy groups obviosuly

salmonidblue:

"What’s your favorite album?"image

ijustshakeitoff:

something-about-taylor:

gettingsweptaway:

whenever taylor isn’t on tumblr for a few hours i get suspicious like what is that girl doing…..hosting another secret session????? filming a new music video????? destroying the patriarchy?????? who even knows anymore

Assassinating Frans Ferdinand

It always has to come back to Franz Ferdinand

It’s 1941,
you pray the war ends soon.
That the blood spilled
is yours,
not his.
That orders won’t stop you
from keeping
your promise.

It’s 1943,
you pray you don’t forget.
That you’re Sergeant
James Barnes
of the 107th.
That if you die in this lab
he will be home,
safe.

It’s 1943,
you pray death will be merciful.
That one day you’ll see him
again,
in Heaven.
So you can thank God
that it was you,
not him.

It’s 1954,
you pray for it all to stop.
That the burning in your
left arm,
isn’t real.
That the murder on your
red hands,
isn’t you.
That the boy you loved
never sees you
like this.

It’s 1954,
you stop praying
when you realise
no one
was listening.

— 'Timeline' (via wintersoldeirs)

bellthekat:

thatnellykid:

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