when a piece of dialogue just appears in your head out of nowhere
and you don’t even know who the characters are
but they’re dialoguing and they’re upset or angry and they’re saying things and perhaps there’s been some deceit or misunderstanding and it’s all very passionate
and they’re so so alive
and you’re like
who are you people
he’s great at blending in
until you drag him
or reblog him
(maybe, depending on your layout)
I ALMOST STARTED CRYING
DAYM Looks hella cool
I STARTED JUMPING UP AND DOWN OH MY GOSH
a good display of the two types of people in Britain
oh my god martin
if looks could kill that chav would’ve been dead 5 years ago
Martin Freeman is having none of.your shit.
He didn’t leave the Shire to be talked to like this
I don’t know what to say but this had to be reblogged.
“I am in fact a Hobbit in all but size. I like gardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much.”
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
The small amount of notes on this post worries me.
SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS
REBLOG THIS OR ELSE
imagine it’s you
imagine it’s you or someone you love