wiseyoungravenclaw:

Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.

I hate when people do that, when they change gender of other people’s songs. Not your song to do that mate, is it?

- Nick Grimshaw, after praising George Ezra for staying true to the lyrics in his cover of ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ (via clipsandstuff)
amanpor:

Ed Sheeran inspired tattoo | Tattoos! | Pinterest unter We Heart It.

amanpor:

Ed Sheeran inspired tattoo | Tattoos! | Pinterest unter We Heart It.

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Drugs Under The Microscope

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Well, it took a while, but I figured it out.

Well, it took a while, but I figured it out.

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acciodog:

isn’t it cool how some phobias are unquestioned and considered “normal”, like fear of heights or spiders, but mention that you have social anxiety or a fear of driving and people immediately jump to “why? what’s so scary about that? that makes no sense??????” and by it’s cool i mean it’s really fucked up because all phobias are irrational it doesn’t need an explaination that’s what makes it a pHOBIA

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

- Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

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benjoyment:

Last night’s Supermoon.

benjoyment:

Last night’s Supermoon.