the difference between pizza and your opinion is that i asked for pizza

eliamartell:

wake me up before you drogo

tags: #have literally actually said this

adventuresonpaper:

I’ll come back for you i whisper as i caress the books i can’t afford

"Quast’s original audition for Les Mis in 1987, actually for the role of Enjolras, was at first comically unpromising. As he remembered it, he could not hit the right note in “Do You Hear the People Sing?”, said he was terribly sorry, tried again and cracked again. He was, he said, so embarrassed that he grabbed the music, and, uttering the odd four-letter word, told Schönberg and Mackintosh that if they wanted to know how high he could sing they should have given him scales— “and I turned fast, nastily and viciously, and as I left the room Cameron said, ‘Javert!’."

—

Les Misérables: From Stage to Screen  (via stars-silentandsure)

Quast is so much better than everyone else.

(via hoflords)

"

Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”

I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.

The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.

The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?

The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.

People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?

I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?

Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”

No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.

"

— Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via colberting)

nannajane:

in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me

wilwheaton:

I really hope Yahoo doesn’t fuck up Tumblr like it’s fucked up … well, every single thing it’s ever touched in the history of the universe.

laughingstation:

john-lockedinthetardis:

legacyofthunderstorms:

flawlesstrueperfection:

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE

i love you

YES

More FUNNY POST here!

ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE SHITS 

totallycrazed:

lycaons:

rosenkristall:

TUMBLR AND IT’S FUTURE IS AT STAKE HERE

SIGN AND REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO SAVE TUMBLR FROM YAHOO

SIGNAL BOOST

and, and look at this:

“Mayer [President and CEO of Yahoo] wants to incorporate Yahoo!’s products — including search, email, and its popular homepage — into the “daily habits” of its users.”

HELL nO.

Signed! C’mon people! we need more signatures! 

youcallyourselfanord:

“You are over encumbered and cannot run.”

miss-nerdgasmz:

What ship do you think I’m the child of?

#oH FUCKING YES #PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I’M SO CURIOUS #CROSSOVERS COUNT BTW LIKE IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE A STANDARD SHIP OR ANYTHING#WHICHEVER PEOPLE YOU THINK MADE ME

valeria2067:

AKA: John “Three Rack Checks in Five Seconds” Watson

tags: #what is your face #this is my design #mads

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