claireblossom:

an episode of doctor who where the tardis goes missing and the doctor enlists the help of justin timberlake because he is the only one who can bring sexy back

Reblogged from bob loblaw's law blog.

swarleyy:

I haven’t got your wit, your banter, and your dexterity…your armory of words designed to floor - to floor me.

Texts are secrets. They’re little mementos of inclusion and excitement you can read over and over. They’re letters, journal entries, notes passed in class. Because we like to hold onto words that mean something to us. We like re-read and remember and re-live that moment when he said, “I miss you,” or even just “Merry Christmas” because you know they mean the same thing…And when I text my best friend, “He texted me! ” and she replies, “Yay!”, we’re not a generation lost staring at screens. We’re in corsets being handed scrolls sealed with his coat-of-arms. We’re in sundresses waiting for the postman to drop his letter. We’re on swing sets hoping to circle ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ We’re a million starry eyes still staring at the same starry skies with fingers crossed and hopes high.
Reblogged from Neil Gaiman
Tags: quote text

mujertropical:

MAX 60 Seconds with Richard Armitage (The Hobbit) (by Cinemax)

One of my very favorite Richard interviews EVER. I love it!!!!!

fuckyeahjuliamancuso:

Head campaign feat. Julia Mancuso, Aksel Lund Svindal, Bode Miller, Ted Ligety, Lindsey Vonn, Jon Olsson, Simon Dumont

Tags: ski

Fear, after all, is our real enemy. Fear is taking over our world. Fear is being used as a tool of manipulation in our society. Itʼs how politicians peddle policy and how Madison Avenue sells us things that we donʼt need. Think about it. The fear of being attacked, the fear that there are communists lurking around every corner, fear that some little Caribbean country that doesnʼt believe in our way of life poses a threat to us. Fear that black culture may take over the world. Fear of Elvis Presleyʼs hips. Actually, maybe that one is a real fear. Fear that our bad breath might ruin our friendships… Fear of growing old and being alone. A fear that we’re useless and no one cares what we have to say.

Reblogged from cersei lannister is me

How many science fiction writers does it take to change a light bulb?

Two, but it’s actually the same person doing it. He went back in time and met himself in the doorway and then the first one sat on the other one’s shoulder so that they were able to reach it. Then a major time paradox occurred and the entire room, light bulb, changer and all was blown out of existence.