♥ Winter Rose ♥

alittlebitridiculous:

laughingstation:

These are not chips.

They are crisps.

These are chips.

That is all.

we don’t care

#DON’T TELL ME WHAT MY FOOD IS

THIS IS A VEGETABLE

BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA

These are chips

and these are chips too

That is all.

who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk

you win this round, canada.

Dying.

Dead.

OMFG

I’m dying.

(Source: onelifelefttolivetoforgive)

Fandoms are special. We squeal, freak out, and cry together. One day in the future, you might just be working in your 9-to-5 office, lazing away the day. Something will spark in your memory, and you’ll type in that familiar URL. The blogs you never unfollowed will be untouched and pristine on your dash. Many of your friends have grown up as well, but you still can’t help but look at all the people you used to talk to all those years ago. Things will come flooding back, and you’ll remember those years spent on your computer, laughing and yelling and agreeing as people just went crazy. You’ll remember those nights you spent up all night with your friend, talking about the traits of a certain character, or how great it would be if this or that happened. You’ll recall those awesome blogs you always admired. You’ll feel a brief moment of nostalgia. You’ll click back to your dash- it’s empty now. Without a moment’s hesitation, you’ll go and type out, “Hey, is anyone out there?”, and just like all those years ago, you’ll eagerly await a response.

swordindarkness:

ladyofrohan:

peregrint:

heyitsclove:

madgesmiles:

goregeous-mind:

ladyofmiddle-earth:

lookitskatniss:

askchieflinbeifong:

[crying.]

This.

[(There are legit tears in my eyes)]

(Source: ironinkpen)