Feb 23
aristocrap:

aristocrap:

bassgirl27:

elletromil:

cant-catch-this-snitch:

castiels-hunter:

caffine-addict:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Plot Twist: 
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

FUCK IT GOT BETTER

I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.

SOMEONE CONTINUE IT. NOW. 

I THINK I’M GONNA CONTINUE IT ARE YOU READY FOR THIS

He looked down at his body and looked back into her eyes with a smirk. “Apparently I am”Her eyes got watery as she stared at him with her mouth wide open, still surprised. She lifted a shaky hand and touched his face, as if to check he were true, before jumping into his arms in one clumsy movement. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she gripped his t-shirt and smelled his hair and captured every detail about this man. This man she had fallen in love with page after page. She finally got out of his arms and looked into his eyes again. “But.. How?”He sighed deeply. “I died in this very room 40 years ago. I haven’t..” he hesitated, “I haven’t really left since then.. See, I, uh, I was murdered”He looked down and tried to choose his next words wisely. The fragile young women in front of her was still crying."I couldn’t leave this room. I couldn’t, you know, properly die. Then you started living here and I slowly fell in love with you. I had to find a way to speak to you so after months of trying it finally worked with a book… Mind you, I’m as stunned as you are.."She chuckled sadly in response."That’s when you started loving me back. It seemed the further you got into the book, the closer we got. And today. Everything seemed darker today. Rain was falling on me. Then you", he blushed at this thought, "you said you loved me, and here I am now.. I haven’t figured it all out but frankly I’m just so glad to be here with you.."He couldn’t finish his sentence that the girl interrupted."You’re real.." she whispered.

aristocrap:

aristocrap:

bassgirl27:

elletromil:

cant-catch-this-snitch:

castiels-hunter:

caffine-addict:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Plot Twist: 

“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.

“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

FUCK IT GOT BETTER

I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.

SOMEONE CONTINUE IT. NOW. 

I THINK I’M GONNA CONTINUE IT ARE YOU READY FOR THIS

He looked down at his body and looked back into her eyes with a smirk. “Apparently I am”

Her eyes got watery as she stared at him with her mouth wide open, still surprised. She lifted a shaky hand and touched his face, as if to check he were true, before jumping into his arms in one clumsy movement. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she gripped his t-shirt and smelled his hair and captured every detail about this man. 

This man she had fallen in love with page after page. She finally got out of his arms and looked into his eyes again. “But.. How?”

He sighed deeply. “I died in this very room 40 years ago. I haven’t..” he hesitated, “I haven’t really left since then.. See, I, uh, I was murdered”

He looked down and tried to choose his next words wisely. The fragile young women in front of her was still crying.

"I couldn’t leave this room. I couldn’t, you know, properly die. Then you started living here and I slowly fell in love with you. I had to find a way to speak to you so after months of trying it finally worked with a book… Mind you, I’m as stunned as you are.."

She chuckled sadly in response.

"That’s when you started loving me back. It seemed the further you got into the book, the closer we got. And today. Everything seemed darker today. Rain was falling on me. Then you", he blushed at this thought, "you said you loved me, and here I am now.. I haven’t figured it all out but frankly I’m just so glad to be here with you.."

He couldn’t finish his sentence that the girl interrupted.

"You’re real.." she whispered.

Jan 18

M: So we checked that we were both single.

A: Which we were.

M: Well we were by the end of the day anyway.

Jan 18

thedirtiestchai:

duckktective:

this looks like a trailer for a romantic comedy where gandalf is the beautiful protagonist who must choose which attractive leading man he wants to end up with

#gandalf the gay

Jan 18

Background Actors Who Have No Idea What They Are Doing

ungratefullittleshit:

The guy who has no idea how brooms work:image

This guy that is pretty sure he was just kicked:image

This guy who has no control over his arm movements:

image

Jan 18

hogwartskidsproblems:

strawberrysoftlicorice:

jay-ell-gee:

guardianof-memories:

the real question is how did they not realize that she was Emma Watson

I think we all know who’s behind this

image

Air Snape makes a sassy comeback

#Snape on a plane

Jan 18
Jan 16
Jan 15

trekkiee:

mcroosa:

Mommy teaching babby easier water drinking way because drinking water is hard experience u get it in your nose. Jesus how she puts her paw on his head in the second one. Such concern and love.

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN FROM CATS EVER

Jan 14
Jan 14
fishingboatproceeds:

Nat (Isaac) And @anselelgort (Gus) at the Golden Globes afterparties. Congrats to Nat for being literally the only person in attendance not in a suit.

fishingboatproceeds:

Nat (Isaac) And @anselelgort (Gus) at the Golden Globes afterparties. Congrats to Nat for being literally the only person in attendance not in a suit.

Jan 14
Jan 12

disneybakerdcp:

tawnyshine:

hannibalthecanibal:

i scrolled past this on my dash twice before i realised this wasn’t actually flynn

wait a minute

Huh?

Jan 03
disney:

New year, new perspective.

disney:

New year, new perspective.

Jan 03

accio-superwhomerlockid:

theroachsalad:

saraunderthesea:

mothercheesus:

image

press play and watch the gif. 

just trust me.

IF TUMBLR HAD A HIGHLIGHT REEL THIS WOULD BE IN IT

It’s on my dash again
i missed it 

ITS BACK

The unwritten rule of Tumblr that this post must always be reblogged

Jan 03

minecraft-at-221b:

oeve:

biddle-de-fiddle-bitch:

david fucking tennant is dressing in drag 

Oh god

Everybody needs David Tennant in drag on their dash. Admit it. You nEED DAVID TENNANT IN DRAG ON YOUR DASH SO DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT