Why the hell should I take orders from you?
imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told
IDK what kind of lives you all are leading, but this sounds like the boringest shit. “Yes I sent that email.” “Yeah, I like your outfit.” “I was sick.” “My mom said no” “No I wasn’t crying.” “Yes I read the Terms of Service”
what about a book of all the lies people have told you
Oh how the tables have tabled
Tables have tabled
*Snape casually eavesdropping*
Wait, is this…? I had never noticed this
realisation of Steve not needing his help anymore
was this really necessary
It’s also Bucky being more than a little upset that they turned his gentle, harmless friend—who Bucky wanted to PROTECT from the horrors of war—into a fighting machine.
was that really necessary
First of all, how dare you.
how come your lips dont touch when you say touch but they touch when you say separate
We arrived in the italian capital city of rome. There was an american girl travelling with us called Julie. We discoverd Julie was almost completely blind.Our trip manager jokingly said he had forgotten the way back to the hotel and did anyone know how to get there? None of us did. But then Julie piped up ‘I can do it’. We all thought she was joking too but she said ‘no, seriously, I can take us all back’. So we turned and filed behind her. She led us to the maze of winding streets. Someone asked ‘How’re you doing this? How can you possibly remember the way we came?’ - ‘I just know. Feel how beautiful and cool the air is. We’re by the fountain, that’s where we turned left. ‘I’m smelling freshly baked bread, she said. We turned right by this bakery and this is the café we passed by. I recognized the sound of that coffee machine. Trust me.’ And sure enough with every turn, the things we hadn’t focused on before revealed themselfs like hidden jams. Did we make it back to the hotel? We did, actually! Right to the front door. What struck me was, how Julie made us all see the city through her eyes. - Natalie Dormer (x)
Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.