(Source: belastalbot)

He wanted to scream, run until he could run no more. He made it to the East Door and sprinted through it, out of the Glade. Kept going, through corridor after corridor, deep into the heart of the Maze, rules or no rules. But he still couldn’t escape the voice.

It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.

(Source: btyciane)

I have decided that when I finally lose it, I am going to begin my murder spree right here on Tumblr, with all the people who tag their hate.

Well, despite likely having a tooth infection and being in constant pain and my stupid fucking dentist not calling back from his emergency phone line so I’ll probably end up at the ER  at some point before Monday, I did manage to get some things accomplished.

• Finished preparing my presentation for Spanish Class
• Did my reading for my Modern British History class
• Started my research for my paper on John Garang de Mabior for my Africa since Independence class
• Took kids to the park

I still have a shitload to do, but seeing as how I’m now in crippling pain, I feel like I should count my victories.  I have a four hour rehearsal tomorrow.  Can’t wait to do that with mouth pain.

“We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.” - Charles Bukowski

(Source: perseused)

It’s that time of the night when I go through my OTP’s AO3 tag and sob because they’re only used as a stepping stone to another pairing.

tomliinsonstyles:

stripes were taylor’s thing long before she ever met one direction you fucking idiots

ship-that-ship:

silverjimmy:

kruemelcaskett:

Ladies and Gentlemen - the future King of the United Kingdom. 

#kate is trying so hard to get it right #and will is like FUCK IT #MY BROTHER WAS NAKED IN THE PAPERS #I CAN HAVE THIS ONE THING

This makes me proud to be British.

(Source: british-royals)

(Source: dylanofuckme)