summershadowtwin:

kyssthis16:

freed0m-is-a-length-of-rope:

madladyrandom:

the avengers aka my sudden and immense love for bruce banner

Mark Ruffalo as Bruce Banner, that is.

#i wonder if he made harlem shake

Get out

(Source: gif-movies)

matt-molloy:

186 photos of the sunset merged into one image using the lighten layer-blending mode in photoshop. I like the pattern in the clouds created from the interval between shots.

all-misty-eyed:

clauschwa:

superwholockfeels:

timey-wimey-renner:

situationalstudent:

assbutts-from-221b:

i actually started crying ok whoever made this is a genius

/casually vomits because no, nope, nope, stop that’s a really unhealthy attitude to have

/casually vomits because you don’t understand

Many of us were excluded, lonely and depressed before we joined any fandoms. We found refuge in the stories and comfort in the characters. We found people with similar interests and gained friends who understood and sympathized with us. When the stories hurt us we found solace in the fact that we are not alone in feeling this way. In many ways to many people these stories saved our lives. Some might have been pointing towards suicide, but maybe the Doctor and his story stopped some. That’s what matters, because we owe these stories our life. We owe it to the Doctor, the Winchesters, the Avengers and whatever fandom you might be in. They’re always there and always will be even when all others abandon us. I can honestly say that I was in deep depression before I started watching Doctor Who and the story very much pulled me from that place and changed who I am, made me who I am today. The 14,000 notes on this post show that I am not alone and none of us are. 

Unhealthy is to reblog skinny and tanned girls like it’s a religion

Unhealthyis think depressed people have no reasons to be like that because they’re not starving

Unhealthyis to make people think they are not worth it because they’re either too fat or to skinny, or because they don’t dress fashionably so therefore they’re considered “ugly”

Unhealthy is to go through this unbelievably hard life without a single person caring about you

Unhealthyis to make fun of other people choices

Unhealthyis someone commenting on something they don’t understand, and worse, something they don’t want to understand

So next time think about what you’re doing before you open your mouth to say something so ignorant like that.

HEAR HEAR

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lokisoldiergothiddlestoned:

ladyw1nter:

heynips:

“There are all kinds of courage,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”

#there’s badass, and then there’s neville motherfucking longbottom

#Harry’s chest tatoo isn’t a Hungarian Horntail, it’s a portrait of Neville. #neville pisses felix felicis #if grindelwald and voldemort had fought the winner would be neville longbottom #neville uses nagini’s blood as soy sauce #neville’s parents weren’t tortured. bellatrix threatened to kill their son and they laughed themselves into insanity #muggles don’t know who lord voldemort was. they know about neville longbottom #if you’re looking for neville on the marauders map he’s labelled bamf#hogwarts no longer teaches defense against the dark arts they just hand out neville longbottom masks #ginny’s really thinking of neville during sex with harry. so is harry.

THOSE TAGS

I lost it at soy sauce

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avatarjenny:

since you guys seem to like these so much, i made some more

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itisnotofimport:

Misha lays down the motherfucking law. [x]

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desolve:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

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bouncingdodecahedrons:

When Tumblr goes down.

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