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Love for this film just sort of develops into this all-consuming ridiculous black hole of obsessive ruin, in which you wake up one morning and discover that not only have your feelings about the main characters progressed to life-ruining proportions such that the mere sight of an empty chair makes you want to throw yourself out a window— you also have actual feelings about sassy prop characters who appear on screen for all of 90 seconds (I’m looking at you, Amy Ritter).

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And Dustin. Dustin’s stupid face.faces. existance. gah.

I just want to be that ice-cream, i mean what

Look at that silly goofball made of awkwardness and perfection.

My bestfriend just compared my feelings for andrew to her little sister’s reaction to 1D. I seriously need to stop it, her sister’s reactions are just outrageous. Stoping. Someday. Maybe.

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