it's 2:30 am!

dan, about his hair: sometimes i feel like i prefer it to being straight ‘cause its kind of hard to control when it’s straight because my hair doesn’t want to be straight — insert joke
me, putting my glasses on to read into things: hm

What if religions are extremely old fandoms?

But like think about it…
Maybe religion is actually what happens if fans get too deep into the fandom.

So like 10 million years from now dan and phil could actually be known as two gods with a son called dil who’s wife is tabitha and dab is like the future Jesus…

There’s still a little shadow on the inside of my lip
from that last time and I don’t think it’ll ever go away.
—  Letter From My Mouth To Yours, by S.M.
witherie → saintlores

from the * withered to the myths of the saint.

anonymous asked:

Just imagine how much all us will change during the 2 years, slowly we're going to die from starvation one by one,some of us will be in the corner rocking back and forth, whispering "giving you my heart and soul" over and over, so many baekhyun stans will drop out and switch lanes because it'll be to painful waiting and you will slowly drive yourself insane counting down the days without him😨

Well still have a while surely before he leaves even TOP of Big Bang is only just going and Xiumin hasn’t gone. Mandatory conscription hurts my soul.

It’ll be all men for themselves

Stop i know i wanna cry 

4th episode theory gothic

You’re walking through the city. You’re the only one to know the truth, and the truth does not exist. A clown has gotten into your mind and you cannot get it out. People pass you by and suddenly they have never existed. Maybe they are in on it. In on what? Something is missing. You know something will come but you do not know what. You do not want to know what. You feel an irrepressible urge to kick down every fourth wall you see. Three walls are acceptable but never four. Four is a cursed number. You have an odd feeling about this last sentence that you cannot quite put your finger on. You are certain that you are a character in a story, a very old story. People around you tell you that you are not, that the world is a cruel place. The hat you’re wearing is suddenly made of tin, but you feel much lighter than you did before. Your mind is going too fast, way too fast, and the world is going too slow. All the newspapers are talking about the same thing: nothing will come and four is a cursed number. God winks at you.

My nanny kids’ grandparents were with us for 2/3 of the day. My kids were cooperative and sweet. Their grandparents seemed impressed and happy.

When I left tonight, 2 chased me down the hall to the elevators for one more kiss and one more hug.

I feel stressed out and anxious about the things that need to be done in the next week and some odd days, but after 9 months, work is finally not one of them.

considering how hard it is (and sometimes impossible) to trigger a sneeze in your sleep it just fuels the suspicion that this sly motherfucker

isn’t sleeping at all

he was probably posing all along i mean look at him who sleeps like this in front of their crush 

goddammit viktor