Hannah. 24. I like cats, tea, Shakira, and Helena Bonham Carter. I care about pretty much everyone, in one way or another. Always love each other.

itsnotflirting:

man more people need to join the fucking bedroom fandom

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i mean look at this shit. 

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it’s bunk beds and a little desk. 

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a motherfucking aquarium!

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shit it’s like noah’s ark in the fucking ceiling

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look how modern this shit is

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it’s like three rooms in one

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you could get a boat and sing fucking phantom of the opera and then just climb in bed.

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I will man this damn fandom by myself if I have too

it’s to, but omg me toO.

qawiya:

highfivesforcoolguys:

sergeantjerkbarnes:

can we please discuss what the fuck is wrong with pennsylvania

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and finally

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L M F A O.

It All Happened In Winter

It all happened in winter. It’s odd, because winter’s always been my favorite season. It always feels so peaceful, so beautiful then. And this was supposed to be my favorite one. It turned into a swirl of beauty, pain, love, revenge, nightmares, horror, fighting, compassion, lies, and it saddens me to think of what should have been. I went in with such high expectations for last winter. I thought that finally, I could have my chance at happiness. My life would be complete. I would be whole. And, teasing me, just for a moment, I was. But, as quickly as it came, it went. She went. She was taken from me, and so was my winter and along with it a fair amount of my love for it. But, I don’t know if anything can take away that first rush that comes over my whole body when winter comes. The cold that awakens whatever soul is ever left in me. It bites at me, drawing me out. But once I’m out, I can remember what happened, and that it all happened in my beloved winter.

standarded:

I wish I could just press the restart button on some people

xxthis-little-bluebirdxx:

notsoinnocentalchemist:

trytoswimtostayfloat:

stay-ocean-minded:

honorized:

dreamsof-paradise:

Every single person needs to reblog this. No, it will not ruin your blog, it will make it a million times better. 

So much respect. And sadness. He’s trying so hard to stay strong.

i’m tearing :/

wow

No, no, this is horrible. You see, the flag will go to the husband or wife of the deceased soldier as next of kin. This flag is going to the son.

Both of his parents are gone.

sobbing..

Respect. Love for our soldiers & their families.
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