wearyvoices:

No matter what, Edward will always be special.

I’m never going to let anything happen to you, o k a y?

matsorbatmanglij:

Today at work, I said something that pleased a client and he called me “sweet as honey” and “dear”. Not ten minutes later, I unfortunately had to deliver him some bad news as well. He called me “bitch” and assured me he’d never return. How could I, in simply being myself and doing my job, have changed this man’s opinion of me so swiftly? It was in that moment that I finally realized that a label is just a word with little to no connection to the person I truly am. The person Britney is. The person Marshall is. The person you are. It is simply someone else’s perception of you in that given moment and says a whole lot more about their state of mind than your state of being. So next time you are called fat, called ugly, called a whore, called a douche, please remember that you don’t deserve to let those words take over the other facets of you. Keep owning the person that you are and allow people to see it. You may be someone’s bad influence while being another person’s icon, so please don’t let those who see the good in you lose it to those who point out what they perceive to be the bad.  

arminsarmy:

marielovesgroban:

Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.

Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.

mc-squidward:

doragray:

jennlferlawrence:

frostingpeetaswounds:

i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”

the twilight one is like abstract poetry

If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.

"I don’t know," he sighed.

Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.

Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”

I frowned and he waited.

"My home is District 12."

Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.

I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.

He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”

I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”

He didn’t answer. He stood up.

OMG

awwww-cute:

This has to be one of the cutest things ever

I promise you…

©LB