bohemea:

suicideblonde:

Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby

THE HILLS INTONATE WITH SYMPHONIC MELODICS!!

panicmajestic:

Down By The Water - The Drums

If you fall asleep
down by the water
baby i’ll carry you
all the way home

turtlesgonnaturt:

xwhatserface : labyrinthinelasermoon : acyanrust : notasenator : thedailywhat:

LMFAO Cover of the Day: After months of rearranging, 18-year-old Noah finally figured out how best to cover LMFAO’s “Sexy & I Know It” — and his rendition has just been named the day’s trending video by NBC’s Today show. You can almost see him blushing as he shares his big news with fans on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty obvious what’s going on here — Noah’s sexy and he doesn’t know it.

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Tom Hiddleston reads Bright Star by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— 
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death. 

suicideblonde:

Tell me that you love me first because I’m afraid that if I tell you first you’ll think that I’m playing the game. 

ohhannahbanana:

Here is the lie that I still believe in, even after all this time: that I will never be lovely enough. I don’t even like the word lovely but I still want to be it.

I think a part of me believes that if I actually was, if I embodied the word and everything that it stands for, then I would never get left behind, abandoned or betrayed. Which is stupid. Lovely people are not exempt from pain.

The terrible thing about buying into this particular lie is that everything gets misappropriated and I end up desperately clutching on to the teeny tiny pieces of my tattered self-esteem — an experience that, no matter how you spin it, always sucks.

One funny thing happens, though, whenever the not-lovely lie decides to take my heart hostage – a different voice springs out to rival it, saying: you are, you are, you are.

You are smart. You are capable. You are talented. You are beautiful. You are lovely. You are loved.