I met her two years ago.
The first flush of success in my pink cheeks. I was a boy then, and also a man. Falling into all of a man’s traps: Wealth. Ambition. Lust.
And worst of all, none of it carried with it an ill effect. Only the constant yearning for more. But still I could read my news, my face pressed to the sky in sun salutation, my steaming coffee to my left, gently buzzing mobile to my right. Success came in like an old friend.
#more like hell no cause your face gives me a heart attack
fanfictions be like ”his eyes scanned the crowed and then locked with mine”
omg I went to the supermarket and bought this today.
NOW I CAN HAVE MY FAVOURITE HEROES ALL OVER MY BODY
WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE
Strawberries and FREEDOM.
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"hey don’t you have a crush on…"
that gif is perfectly looped wtf
I fangirled (hard) about the skull bowtie before (LINK) So he went and did it again. Those little black cufflinks had skulls on em. May Angels smile upon you Alexander McQueen. Also…
Tom is leading in the stealth goth game.
did anyone else have trouble waterbending last night?
This scene kills me every time. The barely contained, boiling rage…the viciousness of his reaction to her…the cruel, haughty stare down his nose at her…just look at his initial reaction to seeing her there…oh Freddie, you’re killing me.