Kiss |kis| - Touch with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire or reverence.

(Part One)

posted 37 minutes ago with 3,264 notes - foreverandfearlessly


Couldn’t you just slap him sometimes?



People asking babies to undertake adult workloads is one of my favourite things

And he’s just looking like, “Fuck out my face. Teletubbies is on, and you blocking the screen.”

posted 5 hours ago with 372,687 notes - bro-tard


when i find myself in times of trouble

the 12th doctor comes to me

speaking words of wisdom



So my cousin was in a gay pride parade and everything in her outfit and makeup was rainbow but she was wearing red contacts and while marching, a protester behind her yelled “You’re going straight to hell” and she turns around to face him with her fuCKING blood red eyes and she says “well duh, I got a kindom to run” and the protester nearly fucking passed out that is her legacy I want to be like her

And that’s how Lily/Marshall/Barney/Robin/I met your mother

posted 9 hours ago with 6,614 notes - nattdormer

#i feel like this is important somehow



More fun facts about ancient Celtic marriage laws: There were no laws against interclass or interracial marriage, no laws against open homosexual relationships (although they weren’t considered ‘marriages’ since the definition of a marriage was ‘couple with child’), no requirement for women to take their husband’s names or give up their property, but comedians couldn’t get married

It’s Adam and Eve not Adam Sandler and Eve


Are you going to look that terrified when you take me out for a drink? I absolutely promise I wont.

  • me: *owns 264 unread books*
  • me: *buys 17 new books*
  • me: *rereads harry potter*
posted 17 hours ago with 71,988 notes - bitofashock

This isn’t just goodbye, boy, is it? This is farewell.

posted 18 hours ago with 231 notes - heroicrose

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

posted 23 hours ago with 8,045 notes - ladysnsa