me: skips song by favorite band on ipod
me: *feels guilty*
me: *presses rewind*
me: ok no i'm sorry mommy's here
In 1944, the only way my grandfather could love my grandmother was by slipping...– georgia says you’re never coming back: confessions of the freedom fighters (via wildflowerveins)
One by U2 is probably my favourite song ever. We’re one but we’re not the same, we got to carry each other, carry each other… it speaks volumes about love and life and everything. It’s just perfect.
asgardiansunset: John Watson got what he wanted in the end a flat mate heh
Reblog if you're a girl who likes girls, a boy who...
saygoodbyetothevowsyoumake: Why hasn’t everybody in the world reblogged this already.