The life and times of a crazy lazy gal

amtepe:

The late August sun makes the room hot, even at this early hour. She should get up and flick on the AC window unit, or at least turn on some fans before the loft becomes too stifling. But she won’t. Not now. Not when her fiancé is draped across her body, when this is the first morning in a a month that she’s awoken because of her own internal body clock rather than the thrashing of his nightmares. No. For now she’s content to lie here, sweaty mess that she is, eyes closed, just listening to the sounds of his breathing and the city waking up outside their window. After all, she’s sure she can convince him of the merits of a joint shower upon his rising.

amtepe:

The late August sun makes the room hot, even at this early hour. She should get up and flick on the AC window unit, or at least turn on some fans before the loft becomes too stifling. But she won’t. Not now. Not when her fiancé is draped across her body, when this is the first morning in a a month that she’s awoken because of her own internal body clock rather than the thrashing of his nightmares. No. For now she’s content to lie here, sweaty mess that she is, eyes closed, just listening to the sounds of his breathing and the city waking up outside their window. After all, she’s sure she can convince him of the merits of a joint shower upon his rising.

(Source: hetouchesthings, via caskett-and-coffee)


"I think I’d most like to spend a day with Harry. I’d take him out for a meal and apologize for everything I’ve put him through." J.K Rowling. 
Happy Birthday, Jo! Thank you for existing and creating the amazing world all of us love and will cherish forever! (July 31st, 1965)

"I think I’d most like to spend a day with Harry. I’d take him out for a meal and apologize for everything I’ve put him through." J.K Rowling. 

Happy Birthday, Jo! Thank you for existing and creating the amazing world all of us love and will cherish forever! (July 31st, 1965)

(Source: rowlinginthedepp, via redonkulouspopcorn)

nifty-nipples:

xxblack-rosepetals94xx:

sherlawkward:

rifa:

camflougedzut:

 
fearof-theunknown:

The Trap
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.
She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.
When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.
And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”


oh

IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO REALIZE WHAT THE LETTER MEANT AND NOW IM FREAKING OUT

this makes me uncomfortable

I love history

nifty-nipples:

xxblack-rosepetals94xx:

sherlawkward:

rifa:

camflougedzut:

 

fearof-theunknown:

The Trap

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.

When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.

And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”

oh

IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO REALIZE WHAT THE LETTER MEANT AND NOW IM FREAKING OUT

this makes me uncomfortable

I love history

(via youdontlookderangedtome)

Kate Beckett in that fabulous red dress; Season 1, ep 7 (2009)

(Source: prismaticlife, via youdontlookderangedtome)

mbthecool:

Beckett’s reaction to Castle’s theories over the years.

(via alwayscaskett47)

mexican-lassiter:

cherrymilkshake:

transgalacticwanderer:

wiggleofjudas:

saathi1013:

awesomephilia:

Whoever put the ‘b’ in the word ‘subtle’ deserves a pat on the back

And whoever put the ‘s’ in the word ‘lisp’ should be shunned.

^ FACT.

The person who put 3 “t”s in “stutter” is going to get their butt kicked…

What about the spelling of “dyslexia”?

whoever chose hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia as the fear of long words is gonna have a rope around their neck

(Source: thesickestjokes, via redonkulouspopcorn)

mydraco:

Happy birthday, Harry James Potter! July 31, 1980

(Source: mydraco, via evaibbotson)

planstobesurprised:

fangirlhearsafandom:

committedfalpal:

Late Night Hashtags #MyWeirdWaiter might be my favorite hashtag of the year

These are golden

“if you call me daddy” OH MY GOSH

(via babycastle09)