awesomephilia:

(via)

washingtonpoststyle:

On Valentines Day in 1884, Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother died within hours of each other. This was his diary entry for that Thursday.

via LettersOfNote by way of Gene Weingarten.

lalala-comecaca-lalala:

Exacto.

t3chnocolur3d-y0ung-l4dy:

steal-an-ashtray-solve-a-crime:

needsmorebassclef:

holymotherofrowling:

harry can defeat the dark lord but can’t pick up some bacon

he looks at it like he just dropped his hopes and dreams

Whoop there’s goes my bacon just like my parents and my pride.

Just like my parents

JUST LIKE MY PARENTS

peacelovetoinfinity-beyond:

Best Song.

This animal is called a Quokka and it is the happiest thing on the planet.

alpacamazing:

school pisses me off so much are you actually gonna evaluate my level of intelligence based off my ability to find the area of a fucking triangle oh my god

adrimnzr:

goldentot:

I like everything except for country and rap.

who’s your favourite gregorian chant artist

qgirlthesalacious:

interwar:

do you ever just look at children of couples in films or television shows and go

no

you are genetically impossible

that is not a dominant allele

we are too damn smart

thepasta-nerada:

vvrathia:

the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot

and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like

stylesgrin:

this is the happiest picture i’ve seen in a long time

sexstiel:

this is literally the best video on the internet